Page 12 of Vicious Little Princess

A snarl escaped her, before she turned her attention back to the guy, spun a knife in her hand, then drove it deep into his throat, right through his carotid artery.

He spluttered and gagged as blood sprayed all fucking over her, then she released him roughly and even gave him a kick in the junk as he slumped to the floor, bleeding out.

As if that hadn’t been enough, there was the scene taking up the rest of the space inside the garage.

Blood.

So much fucking blood.

Splattering the walls, drenching a metal chair,andsoaking five bodies, and now this one we’d just seen her take out too, littering the floor like a macabre carpet.

Bodies that weren’t even fully… intact anymore.

Dismembered.

Sliced into.

Shot apart.

Beaten beyond recognition.

There was a butcher’s knife, several handguns, and even pocketknives strewn all over the place.

“He had two more guards waiting when I was done with the four assigned rapists,” she uttered. Her clouded emerald eyes fell on Milo, who couldn’t hide his shock, then she screamed, while waving the knife wildly, “They deserved it! They deserved all of this!”

Rapists.“What did they—”

“They didn’t get to do anything!” she yelled before I could finish my sentence.

Milo held up his hands. “All right, let’s just calm down now. It’s done. They’re all down. Take a breath, Caterina.” His eyes darted all around. “Where’s Julian? Is he finishing off another one of these assholes? You and him worked together to—”

“He didn’t do anything!” she yelled, growing more irate. I realized why in the next moment, when she screamed, “He’s not here! He was never here! Angelo took him somewhere else and I don’t… I don’t know where! He’s gone! He’s being hurt right now, like Angelo ordered these bastards to do to me—to… to tear into me… to break me! But they didn’t! I stopped them!”

Fuck me.

When we went to ask more, she ran at me and slammed me into the wall of the garage, choking the shit out of me from the shock of it. “I.Broke.Them!”

She wrenched me off the wall only to slam me back against it over and over, snarling and roaring like the animal she clearly was right now.

Completely unhinged.

Utterly irate.

And beyond reason.

I knew how that felt.

I understood that rage, that bloodlust, all of it.

But I’d never had it directed at me before like this.

I’d been the one dealing it out.

It had me fucking stunned to shit, and she clawed at me and screamed.

It was Milo who managed to snatch her knife before she brought that into play. He wrenched it from her grip, making her cry out at the force he’d had to use to accomplish it fast enough. He tossed it away across the room.

And then he was wrenching her off me, trapping her in a chokehold in the process.

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