Page 168 of Diamond Kisses

I hurled myself over the high metal fence. My automatic rifle caught on the fleur-de-lis at the top. “Fuck.” Slashing the strap with my dagger, the webbing gave way and I dropped to my feet.

I staggered as the quiet pop of a silenced bullet sounded.

Shit.

I ducked and ran.

I hadn’t parked far.

The car I’d stolen from the last prick I’d exterminated in his villa in the Italian hills waited at the end of the looping drive. My hunt had been rather successful in Europe. I barely slept. I ate just enough to get strong enough to fight if it came down to it.

Nothing else drove me but madness.

Sheer and utter madness to slaughter as many of these cunts as possible.

The monster inside me was completely off its leash, andfuck,it felt good.

Better than good.

I was free.

Anotherpop.

The red-hot poker of being shot.

Fuck!

My leg tried to give way, but I kept running. Blood oozed out of my black slacks, my thigh throbbing with agony.

I should go back and murder the guard who shot me, but…with my arm gnawed on and my leg now quickly becoming useless, I wasn’t exactly ready for another fight.

No matter.

Just a minor inconvenience.

I barely even felt it.

Pain.

What was pain?

All of it had switched off the moment Ily had died.

She’s dead.

I’ll join her soon.

Who knew…maybe tonight I would finally get my wish.

Perhaps I’d bleed out and this could all be over.

Hop-running the rest of the way to my stashed orange Lamborghini, I threw myself into the driver’s side and cranked the engine.

I wouldn’t be able to drive this car come morning.

It might already have been reported stolen by anyone who went to the house and found five men with their hearts carved out.

I wasn’t proud of what I’d done up there.

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