Page 26 of Aching for His Discretion

Before going to bed, she cleaned up in the bathroom, and the second her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. I exited the room slowly and left her apartment, locking it from the inside.

Turning, I rolled my eyes to see Elliot still standing by the door, waiting.

“So... your plan today consisted of coming to this girl’s home and putting her to bed after making her—” he began.

“Let’s go,” I cut him off angrily.

He didn’t say anything as we walked out of the complex.

Entering the basement of my club, I was greeted by the idiotic smile of Micah, who was wearing all black with fresh scratch marks on his arms, his sleeves rolled up, as well as a disheveled look to his hair.

“I hope you’ll be happy with us,Signor Diavolo. Not only does the snitch have stitches, but we also know exactly what information he’s been spilling… and who he’s been sharing it with,” he replied, handing me a picture that made me roll my eyes.

The snitch was feeding information tothe Roe brothers.Those two fuckers did everything they could to practically piss me off—from stealing my imports to raiding my clubs to killing a few of my men. At first, they were working for my father, but they even turned on him, realizing they could make more money without being under a don or in a gang. The two of them alone could do more damage than an army of men.

There wasn’t much known about them, but we did manage to figure out one of their names.Dakota, was it?He was the more level-headed of the two, whereas the other brother was fuckingbat-shit crazy and high-tempered... Reminded me of myself on a bad day.

Elliot handed me my knuckle rings, and I pulled them on as I cracked my neck to the side.

“Let’s get this shit over with,”I muttered in my native tongue as I walked over to the man.

His eyes went wide as Nico stepped back.

“I’m so sorry. P-please, I will never do anything like that again,”the man begged, begged, and I smiled internally. It was more fun when they begged, after all…

“Begging only makes me enjoy killing you more... feeds the ego and the soul, if you will,” I said as I shrugged and simply stared at him for a moment, tears falling down his face.

I breathed in for a moment before swinging my fist rapidly into his face. His screams of pain only made me want to hurt him more as my eyes got darker and my punches got harder.

Blood began to leak from his wounds, and eventually, his screaming stopped, and his breathing slowed. Pulling away, I leaned my head back as I let out a puff of air. It was silent for a moment before I angrily punched his bloody, mushed face five more times with as much force as I could.

Breathing heavily, I quickly pulled my gun from my hip and shot him three times in the chest and once in his fucked-up face.

I shook my hands slightly as I removed my rings and tossed them to the ground. My chest rose up and down as I wiped the mixed sweat and blood off of my forehead.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Micah said in the corner, and I pulled off my blood-covered sweater, throwing it on the face of the dead man.

“Clean this shit up,” I muttered, walking away as the cold air hit my naked chest.Fuck, that was therapeutic.

With all the shit I’ve been dealing with, killing a man always seemed to ground me and calm me as well. Looking down at myphone, I glanced at my messages to see my only pinned contact, my sweet Tesoro.

She hadn’t sent me a message, but earlier she’d sent me her schedule for the week, and I was planning on fitting it into my own.

Additionally, I’d received a message regarding who Alec Harrington is as well as his father, background, and leverage in the city. As I read on, I could see why Teegan was wary that anything could be done about him.

Hmmm… so this may be a bit harder than I anticipated.But regardless of how challenging it would be to take him down, it had to be done.

Besides, I already promised Teegan that he would be taken care of,and I couldn’t break my promise to Tesoro mio.

Chapter twelve

Teegan

“And with that, students, I am pleased to announce our guest speaker for the assembly, Dr. Oliver Harrington,” the assistant dean of the school said into the microphone.

The rest of the students and I began to clap for the man who was essentially calling most of the shots due to his status and the amount of money he invested into our medical school: the man who was also known as Alec’s father and is primarily the reason his son is so conceited all of the time.

I didn’t mind that Alec was the son of the wealthiest doctors in the region, but for him to use it constantly as a way to get away with everything he does with no consequences slightly concerned me of what he may be capable of… especially if I’m currently a target for him.

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