Page 50 of Vicious Little Princess

He was there in the next second, jumping on my back as I watched his accomplice slide down the wall, dying right there as blood spewed from his destroyed artery.

I forced his weight back against the wall, slamming him in the process, and he grunted as his back jarred painfully into the drywall. He had hold of my gun, preventing me from firing or moving my arm at all. His other was wrapped around my throat trying to choke me out.

Julian was tugging frantically at his restraints, freaking out and in severe distress.

“Fucking cunt!” Angelo roared.

I dug my nails into his arm that was wrapped around my throat and he hissed, loosening his grip a little. But not enough.

“The onlycunthere is you!” I wrenched at his knee with my boot and it destabilized him enough for me to take advantage of it, rip his arm from around my neck, and then spin into him.

He yanked my gun from my grip at the last second, but I managed to kick it out of his hand before he could turn it against me. It ended up sailing right across the room.

It didn’t matter.

I didn’t need a weapon to take the fucker down.

Iwasthe weapon.

Something he was about to discover for the first time.

In a very painful way.

“You’re not going to ruin this for me like you ruined things before by turning down my marriage proposal!” he yelled, before lunging at me.

I spun into a kick that clocked him across the jaw and sent him reeling back, crashing into a set of stocks. As he grabbed at the apparatus to maintain his balance, I came up behind him, fisted his hair, and smashed his face into the wood. He spluttered as blood sprayed from a clearly broken nose.

He thrust his elbow back, clocking me underneath my jaw, making my head snap back and causing me to stagger a little.

It was all he needed to grab hold of me and toss me into a black cabinet over by the door.

I caught sight of a set of keys there. Likely to Julian’s binds.

I swallowed down the pain, adrenaline, and that monstrous blood-lusting side of me helped me out with that in a big way. And, as he came at me, I snatched up a whip, spun and cracked it across his fucking face with all my strength.

He screamed as it tore into his cheek, blood spewing.

I was there in the next second, ripping his legs out from under him and taking him down to the floor. I slammed his head against the floor over and over, disorientating him.

As he tried to snag hold of me, I drew a knife from my ankle holster, spun, and drove it into his right hand, stabbing all the way through it and into the floor below.

He shrieked like the little bitch thathewas and writhed beneath me in utter agony.

It called to my bloodlust like nothing else.

But before I could satiate it, footsteps rushing down the corridor outside caught my attention.

Shit.

I kicked Angelo in the face, knocking him out cold, then I ran to the cabinet and snatched up the keys.

I bolted over to Julian and rapidly undid the cuffs binding him to the bed, doing everything I could not to look directly at him while he was in such an awful state.

“It’s okay. It’s over now. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Cat,” he uttered weakly, reaching out for me and touching my cheek. “Go. Run.”

“No, I’m not leaving you.”

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