Page 47 of Vow to Corrupt You
I unfold the note, and my jaw tightens instantly as I read what it says:
I’ll fuck your bitch in every hole before I return her head to you in a plastic bag.
My fist clenches, and the sound of crushed paper rings in my ears. I see red. All I see is red.
“Bring me Rodrigo Castro. Alive,” I demand with a tone so dark it would scare the Devil himself. I’ll fucking kill that piece of shit with my bare hands. Something I never… rarely do.
Remo nods to the capos, and they leave to ready the soldiers.
“Nikos, you need a distraction to ease the tension. Think more clearly.” Dimitris signals the bodyguard standing by the door, who then lets in two women dressed in as little as possible.
“Are you suggesting I need a whore to handle my business?” I stand from my chair, and a dangerous hiss syncs with the bang of my hands on the wooden desk.
Dimitris’s gaze drops down briefly before he dares to look me in the eyes again. “You and your wife have separate bedr—”
“What I do with my wife is none of your business.”
“What’s going on here?”
Both of my hands curl into fists as my gaze falls on her. Serena, in the doorway. She looks at the half-naked women and then at me. Disappointment pales her face. The timing.
“Everyone out,” I command, shooting a lethal glare at Dimitris. “Now.”
As the last of them leaves, I lock eyes with Serena, my head cocks. “Is there anything you need?” My tone is low and harsh. I can’t get the note out of my mind.
‘I’ll fuck your bitch in every hole before I return her head to you in a plastic bag.’
Over my dead body, you son of a bitch.
My fists tighten even more, so hard my knuckles turn white. This woman has been driving me mad from the very first moment my gaze landed on her. Her presence alone pushes me to my limits, and now this. I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for her. Because of her, I have cast out one of the most significant allies in society. Because of her, I’m locked in a war with the Colombians. Because of her, I can’t sleep at night, watching her sleep. Because of her, I want to murder the fucking bastard with my bare hands, feel his skin breaking under my fingertips before soaking in his warm blood while I choke him to death. With. My. Bare. Fucking. Hands.
All because of her.
It’s all because of her, and the sickest part is that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’s the source of my torment and everything that I desire. She will be the death of me, either by driving me to madness or getting me killed while protecting her. But it would be a worthy death, wouldn’t it? To die for something that pushes you to the brink of insanity.
“Is that how all of your meetings look like?” She tries to hide the exasperation in her tone, snapping me out of the mayhem of my mind.
“What’s the matter, wicked one?” Wrath boils inside me, but I fight to keep it contained.
I see the fear crossing her face, the vein in her neck pulsating wildly. She fidgets with her wedding ring and swallows nervously as I make a half-circle around my desk and approach her.
“Jealous?” I growl as I stand there, looming over her like a storm cloud.
She hesitantly casts her mocha eyes upward. “You’re jealous of any other man I talk to, about the thoughts running through their heads, which I have no control over. You expect me to stay away from any other man who isn’t you. I thought it’d only be fair if you did the same for me, show some respect.”
“You want me to be exclusive, wicked one?” My lips twitch.
She steps back as I inch closer, trapping her between the wall and my body that hovers over her.
She tips her head. “I don’t expect you to be faithful, but at least try not to be so obvious with your whores.”
“Faithful?” My head cocks, hand wrapping around her throat. “I haven’t touched these women.” My lips brush against hers in a dangerously soft caress. “I haven’t touched any other woman, for that matter.”
Her gaze tangles with mine, caught somewhere between dread and something dangerously close to desire.
“Not since I first laid eyes on you. You’re driving me insane. All I think about is you. All I crave is you. I can’t stand it. The way you consume my thoughts, my mind... It’s sickening.”
