Page 3 of Villainous
She screams, and tears slither down her cheeks as she bangs her tiny fist on my hard chest. Picking her up, I slam her face forward onto the couch, pinning her to the cushion. I snap her G-string, and a pop sound bounces off the beige walls.
I smirk. “I’m going to have fun shooting my cum into you again.”
“Get off me, Aiden!” she shrieks.
I lean down and whisper, “It’s Villainous to you. You have to earn the right to call me by my real name again.”
Chuck balls up his fist. “Get the fuck off of her!”
Vito clutches the back of his neck, forcing him to his knees, brushing the barrel of the gun on the side of his temple.
I squeeze her ass cheeks. It’s as soft as marshmallow, just as I remember. Thinking about her small hole squeezing the life out of my dick makes me hornier than a dog. “Where the fuck is the tattoo?”
She flinches, her eyes wide, and she shakes her head.
I remove my handkerchief from my breast pocket and clean her right cheek, removing the makeup, exposing the tattoo of my name surrounded by roses and thorns. It’s a bit faded, but I can see my name as clear as day.
“There it is. You see, Chuck? This little dove belongs to me.”
Shame clogs her face, and her eyes lift to Chuck.
“It’s not what you think. I hid the tattoo because I didn’t want you to think I was still in love with him. I don’t love him anymore. He’s ancient history.”
She actually gives a fuck about his feelings and disregards mine as if I don’t matter. Where was her explanation when she abandoned me? But boring desk-job boy can get a reason. Oh, hell no. My eyes are clouded with red.
I snag my Glock and pull the trigger multiple times. Bullets spray through Chuck’s face. Rich blood and gray brain matter paint the cream couch and Maya. The metallic smell blossoms in the air.
Lust courses through my veins. The sight of blood makes my dick hard. I want to yank the rest of Maya’s clothes off and fuck her on the couch, but there is no time for it. I have to get her back to my manor as soon as possible.
Screaming at the top of her lungs, she pounds on my hard chest and smacks me across my face. “Why did you kill him? I love him! You stupid asshole!”
Her hit barely stings, but her words beat the hell out of me like a sledgehammer to my chest. No matter what, I can’t stop the pain from swelling in my chest.
Love? She actually loves this bastard. How can she give someone the same feeling that we shared? The same thing that made me a whole person. Her love is poison, killing me slowly.
Little dove is going to pay for the hell she put me through. After the war is over with the Irish mob, she’s going give me answers, and if she doesn’t, I’m going to torture her until she does. When she breaks, I’m going to kill her and dump her body in the Atlantic Ocean. She started a war with me, and now I’m going to finish it.
I tuck my Glock back into my hostler. “Save your tears for someone who gives a shit.” Yanking her soft hair, I wrap my other hand around her neck, squeezing tight. “Hurry and clean yourself up.” I turn to Dante. “Follow her to make sure she doesn’t escape.”
Three months after the war
Maya
Pain. It’s never foreign to me. Pain is inevitable no matter what you do. Right now, I’m in pain. Not physical pain but internal pain. Pain of losing my brother, Liam, who was slaughtered by Devious. Pain of losing Chuck, my boyfriend who was assassinated by my first love.
I want to strangle Devious and Villainous. I thought about it. Killing both of them. Dreamed of locking them in a cell and setting them on fire, watching them burn for the way they destroyed my life. Even though I’m an exiled Irish princess, that doesn’t mean I’m not a killer. And even though I’m still in love with Villainous, it doesn’t stop me from hating him. How can I still love someone when they do shitty things to me? My ma once told me love and hate is one enormous, complex feeling that can’t be sorted out, and people always confuse the two. It’s why you can love and hate at the same time. Depending on your perception of someone, you could feel both.
When I saw Villainous for the first time in ten years, my heart dropped. I knew he was still looking for me. Because Villainous was never the type to let things go, including me. Villainous is still the same cold asshole as he was when he was a teenager, but life had hardened him.Ihad hardened him. Chuck—my sweet Chuck. I was in love with him. He made me feel safe and stable, and being with him wasn’t a reminder of my past. He loved me for who I was and not what he could gain from me. I’ll admit, I didn’t love him the way I love Villainous, and I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone the way I loved Villainous. The sex with Chuck was great but wasn’t awesome. I never felt fully satisfied the way I was with Villainous. Vil knew my body and took the time to study me. He fed my inner demon. The one where I craved pain.
When I witnessed him killing Chuck, my heart nearly exploded in my chest. Seeing his body lying in a pool of his blood made me nauseous, and it made me realize I can’t outrun my past no matter what happened. Being the sister of the former don and exiled from the Five Points puts a target on my back. I always felt like Lucifer, the fallen angel, who fell from grace and ended up in hell.
I’ve been abducted by my first love and my worst nightmare. I don’t know what my future holds right now, but if I’m not careful, Villainous will kill me. If I don’t give Villainous what he wants, he’ll kill me. He wants the reasons why I left him without a word. He asks me every single day. When I don’t tell him, he’ll beat me with the belt, then fuck me or find ways of trying to make me pay. It doesn’t matter, though. I’ll keep enduring the pain until Villainous kills me. It’s what he does. He’s a murderer. Has been since we were in high school. He didn’t kill other students, but he’ll kill adults on the jobs his da, Draco, would tell him to do.
There is a light knock on the oak door, and then the maid, Noemi, waltzes in wearing a black uniform. She’s in her mid-forties, plump like a pumpkin with kind gray eyes. She’s the only one who doesn’t treat me as a nobody. It’s strange—I always wanted to be invisible, but now, I’ll give anything to be treated like a decent human being.
She doesn’t take in my naked form decorated with hickeys and welts all over my body. Villainous has a thing about marking me, which is why I have a tattoo of his name on my ass cheek.
Before Villainous kidnapped me, I was living a peaceful life, but I was constantly watching over my shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t find me.
