Page 17 of Vow to Me

“Did you know your attack at Di Nuovo’s caused my wife to bleed? The sweetheart that she is kept trying to reassure me that she was fine, but I don’t like that she lost even a drop of blood because of you,” I say and drag my knife over his arm in the same place Izzy was hurt, granted his is a lot deeper than hers was.

His cries and whimpers fill the room, but it’s not enough. I kick him in the chest, so he falls backwards, and I kneel over him, so my legs are pinning his arms in place. He’s bucking his body, trying to throw me off but it’s useless, he’s not going anywhere. I reach to my ankle and take another knife from the strap before using it to cut right up his shirt and exposing his bare torso to me and carve the wordswe’re coming for you nextinto his skin as a little love letter to Muñoz. He’s sobbing and gasping for breath but I’m not ready to put the sick fuck out of his misery just yet.

“I hear you're interested in the sex trafficking business,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “What would you have done if you could get your hands on and innocent woman or child that’s been snatched off the street? Would you have violated her? Raped her? Kept her as your little pet? Do you prefer them older, or are you a sick fuck that likes them underage?” I spit.

I really fucking hate assholes who think they can prey on innocent women and children, it’s the twenty first fucking centuryfor fuck’s sake, the flesh trade should have ended with the fucking slaves. Thinking about what he could have done to an innocent woman makes me think of Izzy. What would this bastard do if he could get his hands on my pretty little wife? Rage like I’ve never felt before bubbles up inside me from the very depths of my soul and I have to take deep breaths to calm myself down. I can’t just go flying off the fucking handle because of hypothetical scenarios I’ve drummed up in my head.

My wife seems to be fucking with my thoughts more and more as the days pass. There was a time when I would be laser focused on the task at hand, now everything in my fucking life revolves around her. I keep finding myself distracted to thoughts of her, and not only sexual. I find myself wondering if she’s eaten, or what she’s doing, how she’s feeling in a new city. It’s fucking weird, and the worst part? I don’t entirely hate it.

I shift backwards and use my knife to cut open his trousers and reach around to my back pocket and take out the set of pliers, I use the pliers to get a grip on his small, flaccid dick and slice it off with my knife with a wince before grabbing his jaw, so he opens his mouth and shoving it in. Don’t get me wrong, I live for this shit, but cutting off someone’s dick? This is by far the most fucking gruesome think I’ve done, but going after his manhood seems like poetic justice to me.

I close his jaw and place my hand over his nose and mouth, giving him a death that he’s deserving of, choking to death on his own cock. I may be used to blood and violence, but this is on arather different level, I have to hold my breath to stop myself from gagging.

“Luca, are you done fucking around? Where the fuck are you?” I hear Marco say through my earpiece, only now realizing that everyone has just had a front row seat to me killing the piece of shit beneath me side they can hear me through their earpieces.

“I’m good, we’re coming out now,” I answer him and take a deep breath before standing.

I grab Novikov by his ankles and drag him from the room, it’d be too much work dragging him down the stairs, so I just give his body a kick, so he bounces down the stairs and lands at the bottom with a thud.

Huh, that was fun, maybe I should have kept him alive a bit longer,I think to myself and chuckle. When I reach him, I grab hold of his ankles once again and make my way out to the driveway where I dump him for everyone to see.

“It’s about fucking time,” Dad says with a smirk before instructing Enzo to do his part next through the earpiece. A few seconds later there’s a loud boom and sounds of windows shattering before the whole house is lit up. Ah, an Enzo special. I stand and watch the house burn from the inside out while the rest of the men are tending to those wounded, luckily there were only a few injured, and they all seem pretty minor, we managed to kill every one of Novikov’s men without losing any of our own.

As I watch the flames dance around the night sky, I sigh and let out a breath of relief.

Fucking finally, one down, one togo.

We pile back into our respective vehicles and make the drive back into the city. Now that the chaos has died down, I’m back to thinking about the kiss I shared with Izzy before I left. Fuck, I wanted to take it further, so much so that I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking desperate for something in my life. I check the time on my phone and see it’s only eleven thirty, she might still be awake, I hope like fuck that she is.

I wonder what she thinks about what happened. I know for a fucking fact that she’s attracted to me, especially after I heard her calling out my name while she brought herself to orgasm. But fantasizing about something and actually doing it are two very different things.

Will she want to take things further? Or would she rather just keep things how they are now, platonically living together while ignoring the sexual tension. I guess there’s only one way to find out. Fuck it, I’ll talk to her about it in the morning.

We finally reach my building where I say my goodbyes to my father and my brothers. “Good work tonight son, take the day tomorrow and I’ll see you on Saturday at the Mayor’s gala,” Dad says with a smirk.Fuck me,another goddamn event to keep up appearances, he knows there’s nothing I hate more than sucking up to the city officials but shit like that is what keeps us the fuck out of jail, it’s unbelievable really, how many respected politicians and other influential assholes are dirty as the shit on the bottom of a farmers boot. I give him a reluctant nod and make my way up to the apartment.

Adrenaline is still coursing through my veins as I step off the elevator, I head towards my room but make a split-second decision and head towards the guest room that Izzy’s staying in. Stopping in front of her room, I raise my fist and bang on the door, deciding I’d rather have my answer tonight.

Chapter Sixteen

Izzy

I’m woken up to the sound of banging on my bedroom door, I wipe my hand over my face, moving the hair from my eyes to orient myself before hurrying to open the door. I’m just reaching for the handle as the door flies open and I see Luca standing there still decked out in black cargo pants and a black, long sleeve tee, the only differences from earlier this evening are that he’s no longer got his weapons strapped to him and he now seems to be covered in blood.

“Hey, are you okay? How did it g—” I don’t even finish my sentence before he’s pressing his lips to mine in an all-consuming kiss. His hands grab my hips, and he walks me backwards towards the bed. His tongue teases mine in a slow, teasing rhythm before he presses his mouth to mine harder, kissing me with everything he has and pouring every emotion he’s feeling into me.

My world tilts on its axis and the next thing I know I’m laid out in the middle of the bed and Luca is climbing up on top of me. His hard body is pressed to mine. In the back of my mind, I’m acutely aware that he’s soaked in another man’s blood and probably covering me and my bed in it too, but do I care? Not even a fucking little bit.

“Tell me to stop,” he pants, and I shake my head, unable to form words I’m so fucking turned on.

“No, don’t stop or no, stop. I need to hear the words baby,” he says while peppering my neck with kisses before he lifts up to stare down at me.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop!” I growl at him while writhing beneath him. He chuckles and stares at me for a moment before slamming his mouth back down on mine. His tongue battles mine for control and I give in, letting him set the pace. I lift my hips to grind myself against his pelvis, I can feel his erection through his pants, so I keep grinding, making him groan into my mouth before he pulls back and starts kissing my neck. He makes his way down my body, pulling up my camisole so he can see my breasts.

“Jesus Christ, your fucking beautiful Iz,” he rasps just as he captures my nipple between his teeth and making me moan and arch my back, pushing my breast further into him. He swaps between licking and pinching both nipples, biting them slightly and leaving me a shaky, wet mess. Just as I’m about to demand more, he starts making his way lower, kissing my stomach as he pulls off my sleep shorts and settling himself between my legs.

“Fuck baby, you’re something else,” he says in awe and pressing a delicate kiss to my clit before he digs in and feasts on me like a starving man. His tongue laps at my clit in a punishing rhythm as he slowly inserts a finger inside me. “Oh fuck…Luca,” I moan, and he groans in response.

“You taste fucking delicious baby,” he rasps before adding another finger and working them faster, his tongue continues its fast pace on my clit andfuck, I’m so fucking close.

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