Page 153 of My Sweetest Obsession
“You’re a fucking coward. Two against one?” I fought through the haze of pain and glared at him. “How is that a fair fight?”
His silence spoke volumes as he dropped the pipe. “Finish him,” he commanded and bolted down the steps to his right.
Fuck! He was getting away. I couldn’t let that happen.
Ceaser’s lips curled into a sinister smirk as he raised the gun, the cold metal aimed straight at my face. “With pleasure."
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, I swiftly aimed a powerful kick at his knee, catching him off guard. He teetered, lost his balance, and slammed against the wall with a thud. In an instant, I rolled over, pushing myself up from the ground with my fists.
He climbed to his feet, leveling the gun at me once more. His laughter bounced off the walls. “Your girl was a good fuck,” he taunted, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. “Did she tell you all the ways she begged me to stop?”
Rage coursed through me, flushing my cheeks with fire.
My lips curled to a snarl. “You’re the piece of shit that touched my girl?”
“Fuck yeah, I was.” He laughed, waving the gun with confidence as if that was going to protect him from my wrath.
“After I kill you, I think I’m going to find her and enjoy another round,” he said with a smirk.
With a growl, I swatted the gun from his hands, his expression shifting from smug confidence to shock. But before he could regroup, I slapped him hard across the face and followed up with another strike, sending his head snapping to the other side.
Seizing him by the throat, I tightened my grip and landed two hard punches to his ribs. Pulling him close, I said, “You will never fucking touch her again.”
In a whirlwind of hatred, I unleashed a series of brutal blows to his face.
One for every time he touched her with his filthy hands.
Every time he forced himself on her.
Every time he humiliated her.
And every time she shed a tear, begging him to stop.
I released him, and he tumbled to the ground. When he coughed up blood and groaned in agony, it enraged me that he was still breathing.
I grabbed a handful of his hair and smashed his skull against the concrete. Blood splattered across my face. Panting heavily, I grabbed my firearm and rose to my feet.
My heart pounded with vengeance as I aimed it between his legs. “This is for my girl. Rot in hell, motherfucker.” I pulled the trigger until the clip was empty and he was no longer breathing.
My shoulders tensed as a familiar ache radiated through my injured leg. I tucked my gun behind my back and drew my knife. The blade sliced through the hem of my shirt, which had come undone during the struggle, and I wrapped it tight around my leg.
I took shaky steps down the staircase, gripping the railing for support. Each step was agonizing, but urgency propelled me forward. I had to find Massimo before he could lay a hand on my girl or harm my men.
But as I reached the entrance, I stopped in my tracks and sucked in a breath.
Gigi was being held by her neck by Massimo who stood behind her. Lo, bleeding from his head, was on his knees, his arms behind his back.
“He snuck up on us,” Lo spat, glaring at the man holding my angel.
My gaze returned to the asshole. “Your right-hand man is dead. But what I did to him will be nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.”
He gave a careless shrug. “I can always find another.”
“Let them go. This is betweenyou and me,” I demanded.
He chuckled darkly. “It’s funny how you think you have the upper hand here.” With a sudden, forceful shove, he pushed Gigi forward. A startled cry escaped her lips as she was forced down onto her knees.
My body shook with rage and hatred.
