Page 112 of His Cursed Heart

Everette

I look at the black cars that park in front of my house and my body starts boiling.

The snake has arrived.

I turn my neck slightly and I look at Harper who waits for my direct order. This morning, I did what I was born for.

I became the Boss of Chicago Outfit.

The perfect day to become the most powerful man in America. My one-month wedding anniversary with my wife needs to wait.

"Make sure Vincent and Emmeline are safe." I say roughly and I turn again to see the blond head coming out of the car. My fingers twitch at the need of his blood on me.

With my laptop opened on the desk, I dial the only number I need. I wait for a couple of seconds and the silver mask with fleur-de-lis appears on the backroad.

The Empress's stone figure can intimidate gods. The black oversized hoodie hides her body and the gloves are covered in cigar ash. She looks at me waiting for me to speak, but she knows why I called her. She knows

everything because her loyal soldier tells her everything.

"I didn't call for permission." I say flat. She starts tapping her finger against the table she's sitting at, still waiting. "I'm going to tear Hanibal Luciano's body limb by limb and then I'm going to dismember Enrique, Pablo and Teddy's bodies until even the animals won't crave them anymore." I swear to the woman in front of me.

Because they messed with my wife and it's only fair for me to mess back with them.

The only difference is that I will gladly kill them at the end of my show.

"Make sure it's going to hurt." The robotic voice awakes my beast.

I close the laptop and move to the door, slamming it to the wall. I walk with big steps until I reach the ground floor and I see my men with their guns raise at the Italian Capo who is too close to Althea. His face is red and he looks down at my wife with hatred.

My body is not mine anymore. I feel my legs move until I am in the middle of the two of them, with my hand wrapped around Hanibal's neck. I squeeze hard and I bring his face close to mine. He's two or three inches smaller than me and it's the perfect opportunity to look down at him like the snake he is.

"Call your men off." I spit in his face, looking at the soldiers with their Italian Beretta AR70/90 raise in our way. Hanibal tries to catch my neck but my hold on his body is too powerful.

With a cough, he slaps his hands on my left arm that is squeezing the air out of him and says as loud as he can, "Drop your guns."

The men look at each other with uncertain eyes but listen to their Capo. My guards immediately jump over them, pinning them to the ground and checking them

for other guns.

I look again at my father-in-law and my vision blurs. My brain is stuck on what he did to his daughter and without realizing, I slam my fist into his jaw and I feel it crack. I grab Hanibal's blond hair and with his face covered in blood, I drag him toward the basement.

I hear someone calling my name but my thirst for blood is much powerful. The dirty stairs that show the way to the lowest part of my mansion makes me throw Hanibal down on them. His body falls hard until he reaches the ground, remaining completely still.

I walk down the stairs until I'm standing next to him and I grab his body, throwing it on the chair next to my table full of toys.

"Keaton," When Althea's voice echoes in the empty room my muscles relax quickly. I turn to face her and my heart beats faster at the sight of her.

God, she is beautiful.

Her long black hair stays flat on her back and she wears one of my black shirts that reaches the middle of her thighs. Her brown eyes are eyeing her father and another urge to punch him takes ahold of me.

Althea goes to the table and takes a bottle of cold water, pouring it down her unconscious father.

Hanibal wakes up with a groan, barely holding his own head. My men are tying him to the chair so that he can't escape while he looks over at me and his younger daughter.

"Finally told your husband what happened?" Before I can slam my fist again to his bruised face, Althea stops me. I look at her, trying to read her face but it's stone cold.

"All I want to know is why," She steps further. "Why did you let them do that to me?" Althea asks her father

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