Page 78 of Stiletto's Savior

Bull’s eyes narrow.

He takes a step forward, brow furrowing. “You sure?”

“Yeah, yeah!” The prisoner pleads. “Look, I’m telling you the truth!”

“Are you?” I challenge, staring him down.

Bull remains silent, studying me, weighing my reaction.

“Stiletto,” His tone is low, steady. “We’ve heard that before. Let’s go.”

“Wait!” The man’s voice rises, panic rippling through him. “You can’t just leave me here!”

“Why not? You think I care?” I shoot back, spinning on my heel.

“Please! You don’t understand?—”

Rage simmers beneath my skin. “Shut up!” I snap.

I step forward, my heart pounding in my chest.

The metallic scent of blood fills the air, mingling with the dampness of the cellar.

The man’s eyes widen, fear creeping in like a shadow.

“Wait—” he stutters, but I cut him off.

I grab a knife off the workstation.

“Save it.” My voice is cold, sharp as the blade in my hand.

I unsheathe my knife, the steel glinting under the flickering light. It feels familiar, comforting.

“Please, you don’t have to do this!” His voice trembles, desperation spilling from his lips.

“Don’t I?” I smirk, stepping closer.

His breaths quicken, and I can see the sweat beading at his temples.

“Think about it! I can help you!” He shifts on the chair, trying to squirm away.

“Help me? You think I need your help?” I lean in, close enough to hear his rapid heartbeat. It matches mine. “You’re nothing but a tool, a pawn in this game.”

“Just let me go,” he pleads, but there’s no mercy in my heart.

“Too late for that.” I raise the knife, feeling the weight of it, the power.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” The words slip out, smooth as silk, dripping with irony as I plunge it deep into his chest cavity.

His eyes go wide, shock freezing his features.

All the fight drains from him, and I watch as life flickers behind those cruel eyes, dimming.

“Goodbye,” I whisper, pulling the knife free, letting the body slump.

I look back at Bull, who stands tall against the wall, arms crossed.

There’s pride in his gaze and for the first time since I was taken, I feel like I’m taking control of my life again.

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