Page 35 of Desperate Desires

These fuckers tried to end me. They tried to take me away from her. It was irrational seeing how I got shot before I touched her, but that didn’t seem to matter.

Like I said, I wasn’t looking back. I was looking ahead, but to make sure I would even have the chance for a future with her, I needed to cut all ties with these pieces of shit.

I turned my head, my blood racing as my eyes landed right on the motherfucker.

Freddy.

This was too good. I rolled my shoulders, anticipation building inside me.

There was something to be said about violence bringing out the truth in a person.

I didn’t run from violence. Nor did I race to it.

But when confronted with a situation such as this, I was more than willing to embrace the darker side of my nature.

It was close now. This was going to be quick. I could feel the darkness in my heart emerge, gleeful and hungry, as it should be.

It was time now.

I’d found my prey.

“Back the fuck up and keep your hands where I can see them,” Gio ordered, guns raised and pointed at the handful of guys hanging out.

“Freddy, I heard you were looking for me,” I growled when my eyes landed on my intended target.

“You can’t just come in here with this shit,” Carmine D’Angelo grunted.

This prick was the son of the real head of the D’Angelo family, and he was a fucking pain in the ass.

Dipshit thought he was the lead in The Godfather, with his flashy suit and pinky ring. But he wasn’t even the Netflix version of that classic film.

“You keep company with real scum these days, Carmine. I owe Freddy for his little surprise the other day, and you’d be wise to stay out of it.”

“Fuck you! Coming into my club like this? You got brass balls,” he shouted, but his words were barely intelligible with that big fucking cigar in his mouth.

He shoved to his feet and stalked around the table. Freddy stayed behind him, eyes frightened, and hands raised.

“It wasn’t supposed to go like that, Ono,” Freddy lied.

“You fucked up and got caught. Come with me and take it like a man, Freddy,” I said, giving him one option.

I was so over this fucking posturing.

Looking around, I saw who was there, knew what I could and couldn’t get away with.

Carmine was off limits, but Freddy was going to fucking die.

The fact was, he’d attacked me, and I couldn’t afford to let him live.

“Get the fuck out of here, Bottarelli,” Carmine huffed.

“What did you say? I can’t understand you with that paper dick you got shoved in your fat fucking mouth,” I said.

“Prick,” he shouted and lunged, but I ducked and punched him right in his stomach then again in the jaw.

Freddy tried to flee, but the moron ran right into my guys.

I wanted to ask him questions.

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