Page 60 of Hunt Me
If there was one aspect I knew about a demon, it was that once his claws were tainted with blood, he would never let go.
CHAPTER 15
Mikhail
Revenge.
I’d carried out many acts of retaliation over the years. Doing so wasn’t unique, especially given my background and the blood running through my veins.
I’d also used my power and influence to destroy wealth and plummet stocks in a completely legitimate manner.
Every move was calculated, every decision made with forethought.
That’s why my pacing of my office was vital. The simple act tempered my anger, allowing me to think through the vile thoughts I had running through my mind. Seeing Sergio’s body lying in his own blood had been uncharacteristically disturbing. I’d seen a number of bloodied corpses in my life, although admittedly, a few years had passed since witnessing the last one.
Although I could still remember the moment the light had left the traitor’s eyes, the last enemy who’d surrendered to his own greed and intention of stripping me of a moment’s worth of power. Since then, I’d used exercise as a method of curtailing my violent thoughts.
Not tonight.
As I’d aged, I’d mellowed, or so I’d been told by my siblings. I often wondered if that was true, especially given the rage I felt tonight.
While I had serious doubts that the lovely creature who’d graced my bed could be capable of such a heinous crime, there was no shadow of a doubt she’d either walked in on the murder or had been led to the scene, used as a pawn in a dangerous game.
I would find out which before morning.
One way or the other.
Whatever Sergio had said to her, I needed to hear. If someone else had been in the house, I wanted to know who. She had answers and she would come clean.
Briefly, my mind returned to the amusement park where my life as a monster had begun. I’d felt no remorse that night, instead reveling in the kill and destruction. Sergio had given glowing reviews, which had tickled my father.
If this was Tristen acting on his need for revenge, the man would soon learn I had no patience and would burn him and every single member of his family in retribution.
However, the fucking Irish bastard would wait.
Hearing footsteps, I hesitated, bringing the glass of whiskey to my lips. As expected, Kazimir walked into my office with a file in his hand. He also wore a smirk, his usual when locating required information or securing a card shark in his casino. He adored toying with idiots who dared believe they could cheat the system. My brother was the master of mental torture, but handling the outcome was my pleasure alone.
And yes, it would be highly pleasurable.
I’d always taken everything I’d wanted without hesitation. The beautiful angel with hair the color of French coffee beans had been no different. The feel of being inside her tight pussy had been a reminder of everything I’d missed for far too long. The irony that she could be the reason my lieutenant and mentor had met his maker or the single person who could help me secure the truth didn’t alter my desire for a moment.
I craved every ounce of her to the point my cock was hard just thinking about what I’d do when I found her.
And even if it meant destroying the city, she would be found.
Fucking her had been cathartic, but I wanted more.
Required more.
I wanted to feel her pert little mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking as I tangled my fingers in her long strands of hair. I craved sliding my cock into her tight asshole, stripping her of any belief that I was anything other than a monster.
“Did you know you’re on the news?”
“Maybe I planned it that way.”
Kazimir shook his head. “That run-in you had with some guy at Ecstasy could be an issue. Or a continuation of a game the Irish are playing.”
“Meaning what?”
