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The thought turns my stomach.

What the hell has she done to me? She might look like an angel, but she’s been sent from hell to destroy me.

Chapter Sixteen

Vinny

“Are they all there?” I drawl, watching from the only chair we have in the warehouse. I smoke my cigar, with my legs wide open as the guys check over the guns.

“They’re all here,” Rafael says with confidence, and I give him a nod.

“What are we going to do with him?” Tommy asks, kicking the man we have hog-tied on the floor.

The piece of shit was caught dealing in one of our clubs last night. A deal I’m pretty sure was orchestrated by Harrison Davis, the police commissioner, given the fact we were about to be raided. Thankfully, we got a heads-up, which is odd in of itself.

The kid who placed the call knew exactly who to speak to, and he knew all our names, he was familiar with us.

Odd. The whole fucking thing is odd.

“If he goes missing, you do realize they’re going to know it’s us,” Tommy states, and I roll my eyes.

“He’s already missing, dumbass,” Rafael chastises, and again, my chest swells with pride at the way my son thinks so quickly on his feet. He was a born leader, through and through.

Tommy spins to face his brother. “You know what the fuck I mean.”

“We gotta kill him. He’s a snitch; besides, he knows too much.” Rocco’s eyes gleam over the point of his knife. The kid has walked around with that thing since he used it to kill one of my wives, and I couldn’t agree more. We can’t let him go; he knows about this place, for a start.

“Deal with him,” I tell Rocco, flicking my cigar toward the man struggling against the bindings.

His screams are muffled behind the tape over his mouth, and he somehow thrashes about like a fish out of water despite him being hog-tied.

Rocco stands, towering over the man like a reaper claiming its prey. The knife glistens in his hand, and his eyes blaze with intent. “I swear my cock gets hard from this,” he mumbles to himself, but I catch it, even though he insists my hearing is shit. I hear every damn word, and again, I couldn’t agree more.

Every dark, sadistic, fucked-up trait my sons have are inside me too. I gave my sons a piece of my darkness, and it allowed them to create their own deranged destiny. But I’m the greatest savage of them all. People aren’t aware of the depths of my sadistic needs. I only allow them to see what I want them to.

“When you’re finished, leave him withme,” I grunt out, and Rocco stares straight at me like he’s digging into my soul, and I swear he can see everything I’m about to do. Instead of looking away from him and breaking the connection, I stare back. He licks his lips, and his chest rises.

My son might not have unlocked that part of himself yet, but when he does, I know he will be just like me.

A sadist.

Rocco has sliced and diced into the fucker’s face so many times you can’t tell he’s human anymore; he looks like torn up meat. His fingers and hands have been removed, and the air stinks of piss and copper.

My phone vibrates in my pants pocket, and I’m torn between wanting to take it out and witness her innocence, or waiting until I leave here, as not to tarnish her image.

The feeling of anticipation is too much, so when the door closes behind my sons leaving me alone in the warehouse, I can’t help myself and pull out my phone.

My heartrate kicks up, and I suck in a sharp breath as her beauty hits me square in the chest. Fuck, she’s glowing. Her blonde hair appears to be blowing in the breeze, her eyes shimmer with joy, and the smile encompassing her pretty face tells me everything I need to know about how she feels.

Happiness.

A warmth spreads through me, and I quickly type out a text to her.

Me: Go into my office, sit on my desk, push your panties to the side, and show me your bare cunt.

The three dots show up, then they disappear but start again. Annoyance flashes through me like a drug infiltrating my bloodstream. She’s reluctant, I understand, but when I ask my little pet to do something, I expect a response straight away.

Me: NOW

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