Page 140 of King of Obsession

Ice flooded my entire spirit, and I jolted.

The extreme wave of shock hit hard as I twisted and spottedher being dragged by her neck.

The man wrenching her along was Rocco as he strutted backward past the grime and wreckage of his truck.

He was flanked by Franco, who wielded a shotgun, firing in the air, a glaze of madness in his eyes.

My essence shifted to fire, and my chest scorched.

How the fuck had they overcome her?

I rushed forward when a half dozen Contis capos fell on me, answering my question.

That’s how.

They’d had a dozen more men lurking, waiting until I was preoccupied.

The fuckers all tackled me to the ground.

I caught flashes, heart-wrenching glimpses of the Conti pair dragging her to a waiting second truck, where a dark figure was hunched behind the wheel.

She yelled, kicked, and screamed even as they bundled her inside.

I roared, trying to hold off my attackers, growling with frustration as they swarmed me, impeding me from getting to my woman.

Rage boiled through my veins. With a roar, I surged against the goons restraining me, desperate to get to her.

Still, they teemed at me, fists and boots raining down blows as they pinned me. I bucked and struggled but couldn’t break free.

‘You bastards!’ I snarled. ‘I’ll fuckin’ kill every last one of you!’

I bellowed as the SUV Franco and Rocco had pushed her into started up and pulled away.

That’s when I lost my everlovin’ shit.

With a rush of strength, I lifted off and threw down three attackers pummeling me.

I reached into my pants, where my hunting knives lay sheathed inside my boot.

I unleashed the sharp fuckers and began slashing.

Cutting, stabbing, gashing, splitting open sinew, vessels and muscle.

Sick, fluid resonance and screams rose around me as I moved like a god of retribution through the ranks, uncaring, unsparing, fuckin’ undone with rage.

I had nothing but crimson in my vision as the lights of the errant SUV disappeared into the darkness.

Enraged even more, I lunged toward Fabio, Bruno, and their fucking clown entourage.

One by one, they fell, and those who didn’t fled into the night in terror.

For my vengeance was unquenchable.

My wrath was unequivocal, and I’d only just begun.

The crunch of gravel beneath my boots joined with the distant hum of cicadas as I marched down the moonlit road.

My senses were on high alert for any sign of an ambush.

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