Page 135 of My Sweetest Temptation

“Well, then. You just made this easy for me,” I told them. “Remove their pants,” I ordered Matteo and Luca.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Both men’s panicked pleas were drowned out as Matteo and Luca removed their pants and boxers, leaving them naked and their limp dicks exposed.

I secured my firearm at my waist and advanced. “Hand over the knife, Matteo,” I said, my voice like steel.

The men’s fear turned to sheer terror, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, urine pooling beneath them.

“Pl-please don’t do this! We’re sorry, so sorry!” the first man cried.

“It was Preston’s idea!” the second man screamed in desperation. “He wanted us to rape her, record it, and then send the video to you!”

My vision reddened with fury as I glared at Preston, his smug expression only fueling my rage.

Turning back to the two pieces of shit in front of me, I strode up to the first man and seized a fistful of his hair, yanking him down to my eye level. “You saw my girl naked, didn’t you?”

His silence, punctuated by sobs, was confirmation enough. I brought the blade close to his tear-stained face, and in a single, precise movement, I sliced through the skin of his eyelids.

He let out a pained, guttural scream, and his body convulsed violently, straining against the restraints. Blood began to ooze from his eye sockets, trickling down his cheeks and into his mouth. The sight before me brought a twisted satisfaction, but the rage still burned within. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain he had inflicted on my angel.

“Fuck,” Matteo muttered.

I held the extracted eyeballs and turned to the second man. “Hold him steady, Luca. Keep his head still.”

The man continued to cry and begged me to have mercy on his soul, but the demon inside me had no mercy, only hunger and an insatiable thirst for vengeance.

“Open your mouth,” I snarled.

He shook his head, trembling as tears streamed down his face.

“I said, open your fucking mouth,” I repeated.

Matteo, understanding my unspoken command, stepped forward and gripped the man’s jaw, prying it open. With a swift motion, I shoved the eyeballs into his mouth.

“Jesus, fuck, Nico,” Luca spat in disgust.

The man’s gag reflex took over, his body jerking like he was having a seizure as he vomited. Stepping away, I fixed my gaze on Preston, his once-smug face now a mask of horror.

Knowing what these bastards did to my girl intensified the rage and guilt with every passing second. I clenched my jaw, my hands shaking with fury as I remembered what I walked into, finding her vulnerable and exposed in my fucking club.

Turning toward the two assholes, I narrowed my eyes, my breath heavy with rage. “And you already had your dick out, right?”

No response, just whimpers.

My lips curled into a menacing grin. “I’m going to chop off both your dicks, then I’m going to kill you.”

They started to thrash against their restraints, begging and crying for me to stop.

I snatched the sharp blade and marched over to the first piece of shit. I gripped his dick and pressed the cold steel against his shaft and slowly moved the blade back and forth like a saw against his skin and watched his dick fall to the dirty concrete floor. He let out a howl of anguish, but I felt nothing.

Turning toward the second asshole, I raised the blade again, and there was another cry of agony that sounded like an animal being slaughtered when the blade sliced off his dick.

I took a step back and looked at my men, my breath ragged. With an unspoken command, Matteo and Luca, each holding a switchblade, positioned themselves behind the two men. A curt nod from me and they slashed their throats, swift and merciless.

Preston flinched and remained silent.

Tilting my head, I taunted him, “Last words, tough guy?”

Anger contorted his face like he was taking a shit, but he stayed mute.

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