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“An unstable and aggressive person. Again, either fits.”

I’m not the idiot this woman probably thinks I am. I do know it’s not normal to be the way I am. I shouldn’t be excited to see blood dripping down her skin. I shouldn’t be wondering what it tastes like. We kill our enemies. The fact that I will take pleasure in torturing her, before ending her life, is probably not a good thing, but I don’t fucking care. Call me insane, but I’ve been the person I am since I was twelve. I don’t know another way, and I don’t even want to.

“Bra and panties too.”

She shakes her head like she cannot believe she’s here, but does as she’s told. I watch her as she slides the bra straps down her arms until it hits the floor. It’s not lost on me that this woman is beautiful. Long dark hair, hazel eyes made to seduce and torture a man, perfect ‘C’ tits, and a small waist, with wide hips. She’s tantalizing from head to toe. Even so, it won’t save her life. I’m not my brothers, and her beauty does not change the fact that she wronged us. Maybe Kage can look past it, but I can’t. I won’t. She’s stunning, but it’s business as usual for me. After she removes her lacy panties, I direct her to the cross.

Anastasia walks to the cross, with her head hanging down in defeat, as I remove my suit jacket, and dress shirt, before folding them, and placing them on the metal table.

I walk over to her, grab her arm, and tie her to the post, using a square knot, then do the same with her other arm, and legs.

“Is this what you do to all the people you murder?”

Standing back, I admire my exquisite canvas.

“No. Most of the people I kill aren’t as beautiful as you. I’ve never wanted to watch someone bleed the way I do you. I could kill you quickly to be done with it, but I want to savor it. Now, tell me, pretty girl. Are you ready to tell me why you came after us?”

I pull my knife out of my pocket, and she whimpers softly.

“Please don’t.”

I slash the inside of one thigh, and then the other, and watch, captivated, as her blood trickles down her skin. Pressing my fingers into the scars on her stomach, I’m lost in her beauty. Even the deep scars begging to tell a story are stunning.

“So beautiful.”

She hisses from the pain, but does not shed a tear, and it fascinates me.

“Why aren’t you crying?”

Shrugging her shoulders as much as she can, she glances away from me.

“When you’ve been through the pain I have, you find a way to manage it. Tears show weakness. Do your best, Bonetti, but you’ll never see me cry. If that’s what you’re after, you’ll be left with nothing other than disappointment.”

I pull out my cell phone and take a picture of her, earning me an instant glare.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Instead of responding, I dial Raina’s phone number. They are all together at the reception still, so I’m not surprised when the voice of my brother, Bones, is the first one I hear.

“Where are you?” Bones asks.

“Doesn’t matter,” I respond, and then add, “Raina, I’m sending you a picture, and need you to tell me if you recognize the person in the photo.”

“That’s the ADA. That’s Anastasia Crowne,” Raina gasps.

I drag the blade over her tit, and circle the tip around her nipple. “Oh, little lamb. You lied about who you are.”

Bones says, “Psycho, you cannot fucking kidnap the Assistant District Attorney.”

“You’re wrong, Bones. I already did.”

I disconnect the call and get back to work. As I stare at her horrified expression, and then the blood trickling down her thighs, I smile to myself.

Fuck, I love my job. They say to do what you love for work, and I do love this. It’s not very often we have to deal with a woman coming after us. It’s usually a man, either from a rival family, or someone we do business with, trying to steal from us. Theft is one of the biggest reasons, because money makes people stupid. Lack of it causes them to do dangerous things. This is a unique opportunity, and I plan to fucking enjoy every moment of it.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ANASTASIA

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