Page 98 of Twisted Obsession

Eyeing Regina with stern intensity, I could have sworn she attempted to tell me something with her eyes. Was she signaling me? I glanced down when she sent her wide gaze downward.

While Sorio continued to bark words at his men, Regina turned her arm towards me, revealing the object she held. Her modest nature was a mask she’d worn well. She was more resourceful than she’d given herself credit for and was most certainly not a damsel in distress.

My attention on Regina and lack of acknowledgment at Sorio’s demanding words angered him further. His words were a jumble of mixed English and Spanish. His stupidity didn’t deserve a wasted breath let alone my attention. He sounded like a fucking broken record. With his face pinched in fury, his grip on Regina tightened, and he forced his gun deeper into the side of her head.

“What the hell is she doing?” came Aaron’s voice low in my ear. “Is that a—”

D’s question was cut off by Sorio’s outburst.

“Take your shot, motherfucker!” Sorio cursed, lobbing his taunting dare at me. “See if you can take me before I take this bitch out.”

Regina gripped the syringe in her hand and positioned it so that her thumb and forefinger removed the cap. All eyes remained on me. My gaze was locked on Regina. As Sorio slung his heated words and continued to jerk her around with the tight grip he had around her neck, he wasn’t paying attention to her careful movements.

She eased her hand up and away from his thigh and slammed it back down, using her thumb to shove the clear concoction into him. Sorio had been so busy running his mouth that he didn’t even notice anything amiss until Regina retracted the empty needle and let it fall to the floor. His men were focused on me, not seeing what was happening right next to them.

“What...the…fuck?” Sorio questioned, his words spaced and slurred as his body wobbled. His grip loosened as his gun-hand shook like the gun was too heavy for him to carry. When the gun’s aim fell from her temple, Regina used the opportunity to knock it out of his rubbery hand, the way that I’d taught her.

She lunged the top half of her body forward and snapped back, sending the back of her head into his face. Sorio attempted to swipe at his busted nose, but his rubbery arm missed his face. Regina ran towards me.

The other men stared in big-eyed open-mouth awe, hands raised above their heads. With no gun and no Regina, Aaron and D could have killed Sorio, but they didn’t. They knew me well enough to know that I would make him suffer. That was if whatever Regina had given him didn’t kill him first.

Regina slung her body into mine as I held her tight against me with my free arm. My lips met the top of her hair as I kept my gaze aimed on Sorio. He staggered, unable to stay upright as his wide, watery gaze fell on the discarded syringe. As he fell into the wall, death inched across his gaze and was aimed at Regina’s back locked tight against me.

Aaron walked in and stood next to us, his gun aimed at the stunned men. “What in the fuck did she give him?” Aaron inquired as he observed the blubbering mess Sorio had become.

“I don’t know, but he’d better hope it kills him,” I spat through gritted teeth as D approached and stood on the opposite side of me. D had a gun in each hand, aimed at the men. They stood, glaring back and forth between us and their woozy boss who was slumped against the wall, drool spilling over his lips.

Regina unclamped herself from my body. “It’s not going to kill him. It’s only going to knock him out.”

My mind called up the story she’d revealed about her plot to kill Sorio. My mission now was to ensure that her vision for how she wanted to kill him came true.

Sorio’s body slid down the wall to the floor as his heavy breathing filled the room. He fought the drug but was no match for it as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. When his tongue peeked from the corner of his mouth, he was as good as out.

“So, let me guess, that motherfucker had a twin?” Aaron asked as he glanced at Regina.

She nodded. “He is the real Sorio. The one you killed in Ansel’s garage was his twin, Mateo. According to him, no one but his father knew he had a twin. Since Megan killed his father and Sorio killed his own mother, I don’t think anyone else knew he was a twin.”

I drew Regina back into my chest, folding her tight against me as I rejoiced in the fact that she was safe. I leaned back enough to place a soft kiss on her lips. Easing back more, she lifted her head so that her gaze met mine.

“I told you that I would kill anyone that put their hands on you.”

Reluctantly, I turned Regina loose and stepped away from the group. Sorio’s presence brought about a familiar urge to release my demon who begged to come out and play. My weapon was aimed at the man furthest from Sorio’s crumpled body. The man shook his head as water filled his eyes. He knew he was about to die.

“On your fucking knees,” I barked. When he caught death in my gaze, he knew enough to do as I’d ordered.

He fell to his knees as I stood behind him, gun aimed at the back of his head. My gaze panned up to Regina’s, who’d taken a firm grip of Aaron’s arm.

“Did this asshole touch you?” I asked through a haze of anger and gritted teeth. “Did he put a finger on any part of your body? Did he breathe the same air as you?” I questioned, my gaze locked on hers, demanding an answer.

Her conflicted gaze remained on mine. I hadn’t missed the statement she’d spoken when I’d first approached the break room. Sorio and these assholes had been planning to rape her.

Regina glanced down at the man kneeling before me and her face creased with the unmistakable expression of hurt. It was all the answer I needed. I pulled the trigger. I didn’t feel the kick of the gun, but the blowback splattered against me as pieces of scalp and bone fragments stuck into the material of my clothes.

The man’s limp body following his splattered brains to the floor filled my view. Small dark puffs of smoke billowed from the walnut-sized hole the hot bullet had opened in his head before blood gushed from the hole like thick dark oil from a jug. The fingers on his left hand twitched as his body convulsed, knocking against the floor as it fought a battle it wasn’t going to win.

Five.

The others pleaded their case and begged for mercy with bulging eyes and hands in the prayer position. Their efforts were wasted on me. My mind had descended into the dark place that swallowed my remorse, drank my regret, and ate my sorrow. Nothing but rage and anger survived, and only death would snatch me from its relentless grip.

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