Page 99 of Twisted Obsession

When I took the first step towards the next one, he scrambled away until his body hit the wall. I stepped across Sorio, glad to see his chest moving. I had plans for that cousin-raping motherfucker. By the time I was done with him, he would beg the devil to rescue him from me. Sorio would suffer, but I couldn’t do to him the one thing I wanted to do the most because that honor belonged to Regina.

“On your goddamn knees,” I barked at the next asshole who was about to meet death. I shoved my gun down the back of my pants and extracted my hunting knife. The sharp edge of the thick serrated blade was ready to rip through flesh and bite bone.

The man’s wide gaze followed the sharp black blade as I stood positioned at his side. With our backs to the wall, we faced Regina, Aaron, and D. The man’s body trembled against my left hand that I’d placed on his shoulder. If we hadn’t shown up, he could have been raping Regina right now. The idea caused a blaze of fury to course through my body as my left eye twitched. My grip tightened around the knife in my hand.

The pulse in the side of the man’s head revealed that his heart was about to blow up. The fucker was so scared that I spotted wetness darkening the seat of his khaki pants.

Again, I glanced up at Regina. “Did he put his hands on you?”

“Aaron, stop this,” she pleaded in a low tone, pulling on Aaron’s arm.

“Just tell him, Regina, because I believe you know that I’d be doing the same fucking thing.”

Her gaze traveled around Aaron and met D’s. D pointed at Aaron and winked at Regina. “What he said.”

Regina glanced back at me when Aaron and D didn’t ease whatever guilt she harbored. She nodded, and I assumed she’d turn away, but she continued to watch. I raised my knife, keeping my gaze on hers before I plunged it into the man’s chest. I believed she got the message loud and clear. Anyone that laid a hand on her in harm was as good as dead. I didn’t care if it was in her past, present, or future.

The deep, hard thrust sounded like I’d gut-punched the man as a grunt left his throat before he started gurgling blood. The knife scraped a rib before it sank deeper, hungry for a taste of blood as it ripped through his heart. I extracted the knife with a quick yank, ripping away a piece of flesh and shirt in the process.

Blood squirted hard and fast while some bubbled under his gray shirt, painting it a dark red that appeared black. The metallic scent of blood was welcomed. I inhaled it, relishing who it was being spilled from.

The man clawed at his chest with hooked fingers, his contorted face frozen in awe and fear. His throat clucked as it bobbed up and down. His knees gave, and his body slid sideways but didn’t go all the way down. His delayed scream ripped from his clogged throat and sent blood shooting from his mouth.

The blood hit the wooden floor, sounding like a cup of rocks had been tossed. I sent my knife to the left of his Adam’s apple to shut him up and kicked my foot into his chest to dislodge his body from my knife.

Four.

His body fell as he twitched, thudding against the floor. The pleading cries of his friend was nothing more than theme music, the cries of the dead.

After ordering the last one to his knees, I glanced back at Regina. She must have wanted it over because she nodded once and shoved her face into Aaron’s shoulder. I left two deep thrusts of my knife in the last one’s chest, but he fought death, clinging to life with a fierce desire.

My knife plunged into the side of his neck. The sharp jab struck his vertebra and the knife twisted in my hand. It sliced through his flesh enough to open a wide hole that left his head hanging lopsided on his shoulders. The sight of his fatty tissue and shredded pink meat sat exposed before his heart constricted and sent a strong squirt of blood out of the opening. I didn’t even wait for his body to fall before I walked away.

Three.

The act of dispensing death hadn’t eased the thick fog of anger that continued to surround me. I stood over Sorio and stared down at the asshole I wanted to torture for the next thirty years. Regina’s gaze found mine and washed away a large portion of my anxiety.

“All I need is an hour alone with him, Regina. Then, I’ll let you have him,” I voiced.

“What?” whispered past her lips as she watched me stand over the man that had shown her hell on earth.

“Make that two hours. I’ll make him think it’s a lifetime. Then, you can make good on the plan you had when he held you captive.”

Regina’s brows lifted as her posture took on a more assured stance. With the other men, she’d hesitated, but for Sorio, there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation as she nodded. A small smile danced in her eyes but didn’t sit on her lips as “Gina” peeked out.

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