Page 3 of Her Reckoning
“I can add you to my body count if you would like. I know you have done some unsavory things in the past.” She assesses me in the shadow of the door.
“Go for it, any mark you leave on my body is a claim that I will gladly wear,” I answer, my erection becoming painful against my jeans. My heart skips a beat in my chest knowing that she is here going toe to toe with me. The lack of fear in her eyes might be the best aphrodisiac that I have ever encountered.
“Why do you care what he was going to do to me?” She asks, the puzzle pieces floating around behind her eyes. The determination that I find there is awe-inspiring despite her short stature.
“I’ve been watching you since you killed Wander for his crimes,” I answered matter of factly. Her face relaxes as she remembers her first kill.
“He had a thing for taking advantage of beautiful women, and there was nothing that my office could do to punish him and prevent him from continuing his abuse with others.” She needlessly defends herself to me. I am a ruthless mafia enforcer whose hands are covered in the blood of others.
“I watched you individually cut each of his tendons until he was as limp as a noodle at your disposal. I watched as you ended him that night, completely immersed in every movement. My eyes have been on you ever since, from a safe distance, until the other night when my camera went out,” I respond, knowing that she needs to understand that I have silently been on this journey with her, watching her find the darkest parts of herself.
“You’ve been cleaning up after me with your connections so my bodies aren’t found how I left them.” She speculates out loud and moves the knife away from my neck to my chest. With swiftmovements, she carves two ears, a nose, and whiskers into my peck. The cuts bleed, but the smile that is plastered on my face is worth every twinge of pain.
“You’ve claimed me,” I say, reaching out to cup her face. She leans up and places her lips on mine, unleashing the carnal beast inside me. Grabbing her waist with my free hand, I pull her body flush with mine, deepening our kiss. The entire world around us falls away as I am sent to heaven with one kiss. I’ve known that I’m obsessed with her, but the reality of having her in my arms makes everything else secondary.
“Let’s not give him a show,” She says as she pulls away from me to catch her breath. The statement snaps us back to reality, both looking over at Arthur still tied to the chair.
“You no good slut. Of course, you want the outlaw mafia brute,” He coughs out, looking at us with disapproval on his face. She wipes her knife off on my jeans and storms up to him before I even get to react and shoves the knife into his shoulder blade. He squeals like a bitch. The next moment I am at her side, yanking the knife out of his thigh before shoving it through his wrist into the chair.
“You no longer get to disrespect her. You may call her Ms. Moore. She decides how much pain you receive tonight,” I instruct, willing for him to die painfully at our hands. While I have been an unknown safety net for her since she began her descent into darkness, this is the first time that we have taken someone down together.
“You know that my father will come looking for me. There is no way that you will get away with disposing of me,” He laughs, a wild edge to his voice showing that he really hopes to survive this on his family name alone. Little does he know that his dad is in debt to us and will gladly lie to save his own skin.
“Your father owes the family and you are a small price to pay to keep his status. It is quite ridiculous that you think you’resurviving this, not when you brought a kit to help you drug and rape Kat,” I say bluntly, watching carefully how she reacts to this new information. Her shoulders tense momentarily until she releases a stabilizing breath.
“Since you don’t understand the importance of consent, I am going to make you feel however much pain you have inflicted on those who came before me,” She says, removing her blade from his shoulder and running it along his hairline. He whimpers in response, showing just how much his precious hair means to him. The way that it makes her face light up lets me know what she wants to do next.
“Hold still, the less you fight the easier this will be for you.” I reiterate the words that he spoke to his victims before he had his way with them, sending fear into his dark heart. She takes her time slowly shaving his hair off and then severing every one of his joints, starting with his hands. By the time he surrenders to the pain, I inject him with adrenaline to wake him back up until she is finished. The final piece of revenge she takes is plunging her knife into his pelvis and slicing outwardly through his cock to the tip before forcing it into his heart.
Once she catches her breath, she removes her knife, wipes it off on her pants, and places it in its sheath. She plants a kiss on my cheek before walking out of the room and leaving me to clean up the mess.
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Chapter 4
Kat
“There is no ‘I’ in team, but there is in panic.”
Waking up after ten in the morning is not my usual behavior, but given the late night with Enzo and the fact that it is the weekend, I can get away with sleeping in. Potato is sitting on his tower looking at me, displeased with the amount of time I have spent in bed. Enzo had made sure there was more than enough food, water, and a clean litter box to use so I didn’t have to worry about it when I got home. I stand up, stretching before I make myself breakfast.
TEXT MESSAGE:
FROM:Pussy Tamer
Message: Check your front door.
I roll my eyes and turn away from the stove and walk in thedirection of my door before the knob turns. Enzo opens my door with a smile on his face and peace offerings in hand.
“Kitten, it’s just me. I am not here to hurt you,” he says with a melodic tone in his voice. As annoyed as I am that he waltzed in here with no regard for an invitation, the brown paper bag that he is carrying wafts the smell of warm tortillas and eggs throughout my apartment.Breakfast burritos.My mouth starts to water, seeing the to-go coffee from my favorite cafe. My skips a beat, and warms at the thought this brutal man put into making my morning better after last night.
“I have breakfast with me and I’ll answer all of your questions,” He promises, walking to my breakfast bar and taking a seat. I follow him to the bar and find my place next to him. Once seated, he places a burrito in front of me with some homemade salsa and my coffee. My hand reaches out on instinct to sip the coffee and it is my normal caramel and white chocolate latte. The sweet taste of the coffee finds its way into my body, soothing all of my aches and preparing me for the day.
“I see your interest in me goes far beyond what my kill count is,” I quip. While I wait for him to put together an answer I add some salsa to my burrito and take a bite. The second that the flavors hit my tongue I let out an indecent moan. Enzo growls in response, running his fingers through his hair.
“Kitten, if you want answers instead of me pleading on my knees, you’ll need to hold in the foodgasm noises so I can concentrate,” he asks while adjusting his pants. I feel the heat climb to my cheeks as the visceral reaction he has to me settles into my bones. Gesturing with my hand for him to continue, I take another bite.
“Ok. First, I needed to know why you were taking out my targets and if we were next on your list to eliminate. I ran extensive background checks on you and every person that you interact with, looking for any way that you could be a threat tothe family.” He spoke uncomfortably before taking a drink out of his bottle of water.
