Page 34 of Blood & Lace
"Give me five minutes, and then you can come in the East door. The code is 458726. Cara will erase all the footage from the cameras. Leave the crew until I tell you."
"Yes, bella."
I hung up and put my phone away. Bending over, my needle hovered near the man's throat, but I paused. Instead, I straightened up and waited. It was exactly five minutes when I heard Lucero coming. Another sixty seconds passed before he found me without needing to be guided.Huh, maybe he listens after all.
"Are you done?" he asked, his big dumb eyes searching mine before they moved to the man on the ground. "He's still alive? Want me to do it?"
I tilted my head. "No, I'm going to do it," I said. "I want you to see what happens when I kill."
Mostly because I wanted Lucero to flee from me. I wasn't some precious saint, some clean thing. No, I was a wild, feral demon, blood and anger and hatred and… nothingness. Whatever Lucero thought, it wouldn't live up to his expectations. Finally, I would be free of him.
I moved my foot off the man. "Run."
"Please," he begged as he reached out and wrapped his hand around Lucero's ankle. "Help me. He's crazy!"
I snarled. "I said fuckingrun!"
The man struggled to get up, but eventually, he found his feet. I looked up at Lucero. I took my purse off and heels before I passed them over. "Hold this."
Once I was free, I turned and raced after Max's retreating, limping back. My feet burned against the concrete, broken glass and bits of splinters digging into my flesh. I ignored all of it. Usually, I had to be careful. However, there was a cleanup crew here, and Lucero wasn't going to let any of my blood linger. How could he? If I was hauled away, who would he have to cling to?
I caught up to the man in no time and leaped at his back. He went down like a sack of potatoes, his screams and howls enough to make my cock ache. I rolled him from under me, putting him on his back, and I jabbed the knife into his neck repeatedly until I thumbed the plunger and injected him. His eyes widened, his body arching off the ground as he clawed at his throat. I watched him, sitting on his chest, head tilted as he spat and wanted to fight, but had nothing left. I raised my middle finger.
Fuck you, asshole.
Eventually, he stopped twitching. I stood up and stretched, rolling my neck and shoulders. When I turned, I ran into Lucero's chest. I stared up at him.
"Ready to be done now?" I asked. I knew my eyes were empty after, they always were. Adam had said that once, had run from me. The memory stung something in my chest. "Or do I have to kill you next?" I asked.
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LUCERO
Perfection.
I wasn't the greatest at words. I wasn't even sure I knew there was a right answer, but what I did know was that Onyx was everything I wanted.
"Amore mio, sei di gran lunga la più bella creatura che cammina su questa terra. Le stelle cadono, la luna manca di luce e il calore del sole non esiste più finché ci sei tu. Sono un uomo innamorato, un uomo che è stato posseduto da te."
Onyx tried to take a step back but I followed him, closing the gap. I had him in my arms. I had no desire to let him go. He smelled divine: sweet honey with a hint of spice. Not to mention the blood that was splattered on his pretty pale flesh. I wiped at it, smearing it in like I was painting the murder onto his skin.
"I'm a monster." His head was tilted slightly as if my very being confused him. But there was a flicker in his gaze, one I wanted to understand more.
A laugh rattled my chest as I cupped Onyx's face. "No, bella."
His mouth dipped in a frown that I never wanted to see him wear. He pushed at my chest but I wasn't willing to pull away. Not now, not ever.
"You heard him scream, right? I made him run knowing he wasn't going to get away." His pink tongue came out, swiping along his sinfully alluring lips. "I enjoyed it." Onyx chuckled. It was airy and lacked any warmth. "If I could, I would have tortured him a bit longer. Do half the shit he put some of his victims through."
Sweet death swam in the depths of his eyes. I knew that look, saw it in my own reflection plenty of times. But I doubted mine came close to Onyx's. A chill raced down my spine and wrapped tightly around my cock.
My husband held up his blood-covered hands as if to show me proof of his crime.
I kissed his fingertips, smearing the blood on my lips. "It was the third sexiest thing I've ever witnessed." I lowered my head until our lips were mere inches apart. I wanted to kiss him so badly, to taste him after a fresh kill.
His eyes were endless pools of mist that lacked any warmth. I willingly would plunge myself into them.
"Third?"
