Page 147 of Vicious Little Princess

I couldn’t just disappear into the night.

Not while that fire raged within me to the point of painful, scalding intensity.

Not whilehestill drew breath.

The opportunity was here, and I wouldn’t allow it to slip away.

I wouldn’t be safe until he was buried.

My baby wouldn’t be safe.

My men wouldn’t be safe.

I had to fucking end this.

I had to fucking endhim.

All bets were off.

I’d just reached the top of the stairs when the door flew open to reveal two of my father’s home security trying to barrel down to see what the fuck had happened to elicitmalescreams of agony, rather than those that they’d been expecting of mine.

I rapidly took in the situation and registered the single Glock each one of them had holstered at either hip.

I yanked one free from the guy on the left, spun it and cocked it, then fired off two headshots before either of them could make so much as a move, blood spraying all over my face.

As they dropped hard in quick succession, I stepped on them and walked out onto the ground floor.

In my heightened state of animalistic intensity, I registered the slightest movements easily, pinpointing a guard trying to creep up on me from the right at the end of the corridor that led to one of the living rooms. And to the left, a flash of a tan coat rushing away in the direction of my father’s office also caught my attention.

I fired off a shot at the guard, that sent him jumping behind a column to the nearest cover.

It was the couple of seconds I needed in order to lob my blade down the corridor.

I watched as it embedded in my father’s upper back, making him cry out, stumbling and crashing into the wall before he made it any further.

Motion from my right caught my attention as the guard tried to take aim at me with his piece.

I fired off a shot before he could, my bullet driving through his chest. He fell against the column and crumpled to a heap on the floor.

That wasn’t the end of it, though.

Half a dozen more guards rushed into the area.

I ducked and rolled and cleared the open area, making it on to the corridor that my father was stumbling down. Bullets bit into the wall just as I’d cleared it.

I sprinted down the corridor as my father opened his office door and threw himself inside.

I was there before he could lock it, kicking the door open and blowing him back.

As he fell against his desk and ripped the knife out, I slammed the door shut and locked it, just seconds before thumping started at the door, his security trying to save his worthless ass.

As soon as I spun back, he was there, lunging at me with the knife.

I dodged the attempt, then delivered a roundhouse kick that sent him crashing into the ugly beige couch.

I stormed over there, blood roaring in my ears, the thrill of the kill heating my veins.

The thrill of killinghimat long last, unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

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