Page 109 of Sinful Lies

Giovanni grunts as he kicks out his legs, but the binds around his ankles are so tight, the movement only unbalances him, sending him slumping even further down the wall.

“However, there’s a few other things I want to do first.” I put my hands behind my back as I pace a bit back and forth as if thinking about it. “I thought perhaps we could go in order of the body parts that you used when you touched my wife without her fucking permission.”

The color drains from Giovanni’s face as I glance down at his bound hands.

Having a bound broken hand has to hurt, but when I’m done, he’ll beg to have it all end soon.

He won’t be that lucky, though.

A smile pulls at my lips as Giovanni starts to sweat. His eyes widen as he looks behind me at where Mikhail leans against the wall with a freshly sharpened axe tucked under his arm.

“This might hurt just a little,” I warn.

My body is drippingwith sweat from the effort, but seeing Giovanni’s unconscious body makes it all worth it.

I grimace at the stumps where his hands used to be, but it had to be done. I wanted to make sure he would never touch another woman again.

Blood oozes from the wounds, pooling around his limp body. If left, he could easily bleed out in a few hours, but I’m not finished with him yet.

I’m not even close.

I wipe my hands on my shirt. “I need to get back. Get Vince in here to clean an cauterize these wounds. Make it hurt.”

“You’ve gone insane.”

Blood splatters cover his face, and there’s a wicked delight in his dark eyes as he glances down at Giovanni. “You’re not going to finish the job?”

I shake my head.

“Not yet. I want him to think about what he’s done, and he can’t do that if he’s dead. So, call Vince in and get him bandaged up before he bleeds out.”

“You’re seriously leaving me with this fucker?”

“Feel free to have a little fun of your own while you wait.”

Mikhail grunts but pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“Don’t let him die. Yet.” I slap Mikhail on the shoulder as I head out of the underground cell.

I reek of sweat, and my clothes are stained with blood. I can’t have Zara seeing me like this, so the moment I get back to the penthouse, I make my way into my room and head straight for the shower.

Stepping under the scalding water, I watch as it runs red as all traces of Giovanni Saccone are washed away. Going down the drain like the scum he is.

He better not fucking die because I’m not done with him yet.

Lathering up my skin with soap, I wash twice to ensure that every last speck of blood has been cleaned away.

I stay standing under the hot water until my muscles begin to loosen, and the adrenaline starts to fade.

By the time I’m climbing back into bed beside Zara, the sun is starting to rise.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her flush against my chest, burying my nose in her hair and inhaling the sweet scent.

“Where did you go?” she mumbles, half asleep.

“I just had to take out some trash.”

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