I know what her hot little mouth tastes and feels like on mine. And now I crave her. I crave more.
I’m like a fucking addict who should have never had the fix.
I have a feeling I’ll never be able to go back to before I touched her.
I stare down at the shaggy-haired man before me.
He’s kneeling on the ground and shaking.
I'm wearing my skull mask. Beside me are Dmitri and Logan, who are masked as well. We’re outside an abandoned warehouse in Central.
Hade’s Demons rode again tonight for another purge. This time we captured guy number two on my list.
Giovanni De Lucca is a drug mule. He was supposed to be transporting a shipment of cocaine to Nikoli’s clients in New York. He stopped off in Boston for a break with some escorts who we sent home.
This fucker had one hell of a night planned until we happened.
His truck with five million dollars’ worth of cocaine is opposite us. His men fled when they saw us coming so he’s all alone.
People like Nikoli commission men like this one because they look normal and can fit into society without drawing police attention. One look at this guy wearing a thick jumper and black-rimmed geek glasses and you’d think he belonged in a library.
The two bulky security guards we took down looked more like the mule I expected to find but the problem there is that having too many guys like that gives the game away.
That’s why he’s left to deal with us now.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Giovanni begs, gazing up at me with pleading eyes.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I mimic his words in a little girl voice, making Dmitri and Logan laugh. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t, motherfucker.”
I don’t know this man. He’s just one of Nikoli’s workers. It’s enough to make him my enemy but I wanted to know what kind of man I’d be dealing with.
When I looked him up I found enough dirt to label him as a menace to society no one needs.
This asshole doesn’t just ferry drugs. He kidnaps and traffics women for Nikoli, too.
On top of that he was accused of raping fifteen women in Providence. The cases were mysteriously dropped and written off the system when each victim suddenly retracted their accusation. I imagine that was Nikoli’s way of cleaning up loose ends so he could keep one of his best employees on the street.
“I didn’t do anything to you. I don’t know you,” Giovanni stutters.
“You can’t see my face. How the fuck do you know that you don’t know me? I could be the brother or husband of one of the women you attacked.”
He trembles even more. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I wonder how many women said those words to you and you never listened.” I send a kick to his stomach and when he doubles over I give him another to his face.
He goes flying backwards.
That felt good and strangely satisfying. This is the first moment I’ve been able to focus since I kissed Isabelle.
I found myself in the shower again last night with my dick in my hands trying to rid myself of the crippling lust that tore away at my mind and body.
It was only when I met up with the guys that I started to think about something that wasn’t her.
Giovanni pisses himself and we laugh.
“Tonight we’re going to teach you a lesson you won’t forget,” Dmitri taunts. In his hand is a large can of gasoline.
We like fire. The ones we start leave nothing behind.