Page 136 of Sinful Lies

“What does she say now?”

“We both want to move on from this, to have a fresh start, and we can’t do that while he’s still breathing.”

Mikhail shakes his head. “Men who treat women like this make me sick.”

“Which is exactly why they deserve to suffer and then die.”

“If anyone dared to touch my girl, they’d be dead within seconds. I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself. I don’t know how you could stand knowing this fucker was still alive, breathing the same air as Zara.”

“He won’t be much longer. I’m tired of this fucker taking me away from my wife.” I reach into the pocket of my jacket and pull out my knife.

I take a step closer, wrinkling my nose at the smell of Giovanni’s piss-covered body, before landing another kick to his ribs.

“Wake the fuck up!”

Giovanni moans, and his eyelids flicker open just enough for him to realize who’s standing over him.

“Thank you for not dying. It’s going to make this next part that much sweeter to know you’ll feel every second of it.” I chuckle, bending down to crouch over his body.

“N–no,” he shrieks.

“What was that?” I tilt my head. “Did you say no?”

Giovanni groans as he tries to move his legs.

“I don’t think you actually understand what that word means. Because you sure as hell didn’t pay attention when Zara told it to you.”

Giovanni’s breathing becomes more labored as he tries to move.

“Now you get to know how Zara felt,” I snarl as I reach out and grip his limp cock in my left hand.

“I made a promise to you, Saccone.” I dig the edge of my blade into the underside of his cock. “And I don’t go back on my promises.”

“Please…”

I don’t give him a chance to continue before I slice my knife clean through the flesh.

He screams as blood spurts out of the open wound.

“If you can’t use it responsibly, you don’t deserve to have one.”

I carry on with the rest of the threat as well.

Giovanni chokes. His eyes are wide, his body convulsing as blood continues to pour from the wound.

I don’t look away, wanting to see the light drain from his eyes once and for all.

Mikhail comes to stand beside me. “Fuck. Makes me appreciate mine even more after seeing that.”

I huff a laugh as I wipe my hands on my shirt.

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Giovanni’s chest to stop moving as he bleeds out, unable to breathe.

Mikhail and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching over him as he takes his final breath.

He will never hurt Zara ever again.

It’s finally over.

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