Page 100 of The Devil's Deal

“Did I tell you to get the fuck up?” I ask, lowering my shoe over his stomach. “Stay down where you belong.”

He tumbles back down, and I dig my shoe in deeper.

“Co-come…come on, man,” he cries. “I thought we were friends.” He coughs violently. “I…I thought you sha-shared your playthings.”

I circle around him, the knife pointing at his throat.

One eye follows my every move as he continues. “Remember those whores at your club?” He swallows, coughing again, blood dripping from his nose as he wipes it away. “You didn’t care then.”

I stop, rushing up toward his face. Lifting him until he sits, I stick the pointy tip of the knife under his jaw, drawing just enough blood for him to watch his fucking mouth.

“Does she look like a whore? Did I give you any indication that you were welcome to her body?”

I move the knife a centimeter away, nicking him again.

“Did I?!” I shout, the words burning with something sinister like brandy poured into an open wound.

“I…I thought she wanted it. I didn’t even fuck her.”

“Does shelooklike she wanted it?!” I ask with a barely steady voice. “Answer me!”

I turn his face sharply toward her with the side of the knife, almost slicing his cheek.

“Look at her!”

Chiara eyes him with a deadly glare, drops of blood still spilling from her busted lip.

“All right, I fu-fucked up.” I hear the fear. “Won’t happen again. You have my word.”

“Your word means nothing to me. Not anymore.” I spin his head back to face me. “Do you have no shame? No honor? Taking a woman against her will? I should’ve killed you as soon as I heard the rumors.”

He laughs, finding an ounce of courage. “Where the fuck will you get your supply then? I’m all you’ve got.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

“You can’t kill me.” The full pound of fear is back.

“Apologize. To her.”

He coughs with a chuckle. “I’m not apologizing to no bitch.”

He’s making his inevitable death that much easier on me.

Kicking him on his jaw, I stomp on his face with my shoe as he collapses, and something cracks.

“My nose!” Blood sputters from it.

I should try again until he can’t speak at all.

“You’re going to wish I’d killed you quickly.” I flip the knife in my hand, once, twice until I plunge it into the top of his hand.

“Ahhh!” His screams echo through the room.

“If I had more time…” I remove the knife and slam it into his other hand as he wails in agony, begging for mercy. “I’d make you suffer even more. But I have a woman I care for who needs me.”

Retrieving the gun from my waist, I aim it at his chest.

“They’ll never find your body.”

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