Page 115 of Sinful Pleasure

The blood in my veins ran at full speed. I looked down at my hands, coated in his blood. There was no sign the fucker was still breathing.

I kicked him a few more times. No reaction. He was dead.

If he had been smart enough to set aside his pride and loyalty, I would have granted him a quicker, less painful death. But he chose to be a little bitch, and now he paid for it.

Angelo handed me a small towel. I wiped the blood off my hands, then tossed it onto the man’s lifeless body.

I still couldn’t wrap my mind around how he managed to find us. This house is hidden in the mountains, far away from everything and everyone. These motherfuckers really have people everywhere.

When I find out who’s been snitching to them, I’ll bury them alive and let them rot in agony.

“You didn’t have to kill him in the middle of the living room,” Angelo muttered, clearly disgusted, staring at the man’s crushed face.

Well, it’s a pretty ugly picture.

Thank fuck Lydia decided to take Allyn out on a hike.

“If he was a little less of a dick, I wouldn’t have killed him,” Angelo shotme a look, his brows raised. I glanced down at my blood-stained white shirt. “Well, at least not like this.”

“I’ve always loved how callous you are,” he laughed, but I didn’t find it funny. There’s nothing funny about not feeling at all. It’s a curse. Angelo turned to his guards, snapping his fingers.

“Get rid of his body.’’I looked down one last time. This fucker didn’t value his life if he thought sneaking into the house was a good idea.

And his audacity to carry a fucking gun just feet away from Allyn—that’s what really put him in his grave.

“It’s not safe here,” I ran a hand through my hair. “They know our every move.”

“What do you suggest we do?”

Angelo stared at me, as if he expected me to have the magic solution. There’s no right answer when you’re teetering on the edge of a fucking mob war.

“We’re going to arrange a meeting with The Romano’s.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” Angelo raised his voice, knowing damn well the answer to that question. “Absolutely not.”

“I didn’t ask for your fucking permission,” I spat back. “It’s not up to you anymore.”

Not after he fucked up in Italy.

“Think smart, Maddox.”

“Oh, I’m thinking smart,” I muttered. “That’s exactly why I’m going to killthem one by one.” I hissed in his face before walking past him, slamming my shoulder into his.

If this pathetic loser could sneak through our people and walk around the house with a fucking gun, then he sure as hell wouldn’t be the last one to try.

The next one might find Allyn first, and I won’t fucking forgive myself if that happens. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil, and my need to kill someone with my bare hands intensifies.

I spent an whole hour trying to calm down, pushing the violent thoughts out of my mind. At least for now.

After that, it was time to clean myself up. I was still wearing the blood of the man on my clothes and skin.

I walked into the nearby bathroom. The first thing I did was wash my hands, watching the blood slowly fade into the sink.

What if next time it’s too late? What if next time they actually get her?

They’re after her, and I don’t understand why. No one’s giving me a straight answer. I’m kept in the dark.

“Maddox?”

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