Page 64 of Deviant Knight

The room is silent as the reaper of death steals the air from around us. I’m surprised Carmine had the balls to say what he spit from his lips, but I’m even more amazed that I’ve remained seated, unmoving, and I haven’t pulled my loaded gun from its holster or shot him between the eyes.

That’s the type of control I’ve only seen my father elude. He was a master at not reacting or striking until the perfect time. Plus, he had me. More often than not, I was the predator sneaking up behind them, much in the way Lorenzo is doing now.

The knife slips from his leather jacket, the hilt falling into his palm. Ren didn’t dress in a suit for the funeral. Instead, he wore a black T-shirt, black jeans, and his black leather jacket that conceals more knives than even I know he has on his person. After being jumped, kidnapped, and rescued, he hasn’t taken that jacket off. I’m not sure he doesn’t sleep with it on.

“Call mesonagain, and it’ll be the last word you ever speak, old man,” I promise him.

The tip of the nine-inch blade in Ren’s right hand is pressed against Carmine’s carotid artery at the side of his neck at the same time my brother snatches a fist full of his gray hair and yanks his head backward.

“Do you know what happened to the last man that hurt one of our women?” Ren questions, referring to our mom, not Sienna. No one outside our immediate family, other than Krishna, knows about Vin kidnapping her, that my grandfather was the mastermind behind it, or even Rafe’s own recent brush with faith. “He suffered a long, drawn-out and painful death. I don’t have that type of patience. And you may want to make peace now versus later.”

Ren shoves the blade into Carmine’s flesh, exuding a type of strength I wasn’t sure my little brother had in him.

Taking out my cell phone from within my jacket, I shoot Giovanni a text to come inside while Carmine’s old body jerks like he’s having a seizure and painful gurgling sounds leave his mouth. I asked Giovanni to stand post at the side entrance to the priest’s office while Paul, one of my father’s made men, now mine, stood outside the door the men entered minutes ago.

“Anyone else want to threaten my sister-in-law’s life?” Ren asks, his head tilting to gaze upon the Barone brothers the same time the door to my right opens and Giovanni walks in.

“Hold the motherfucker still before he gets blood everywhere,” I order when not one person speaks up at my brother’s rhetorical question. Turning, I see Giovanni looking between Carmine and my brother with a smile ghosting his lips. “There is an opening for a captain in Boston. Do you want it?”

Snapping eyes that I now know match Matteo’s to mine, his boss, he nods, confirming he’ll take the position so that Sienna can accept her rightful place as my advisor.

“Good. Get rid of the body without Father Ricci or any other member of the house of God seeing his corpse.”

I should have shot him between the eyes. It would have been faster and cleaner, but I didn’t want to taint the souls of the innocent outside these four walls. Ren was supposed to stab him in the heart so there was less mess. Instead, there is blood flowing from his mouth and where the knife still remains. At least Ren didn’t yank it back out. That is the only silver lining to the bullshit I’m dealing with instead of where I should be.

Killing my wife’s relatives simply for the blood running through their veins and the leader they once followed. It’s time my little pet proves which side she’s really on once and for all so there is no room left for doubt.

Ciera has to kill her brother in order to end his early reign as the youngest boss in the Fitzgerald line, and then she has to take over. Krishna believes there’s a lioness hidden deep inside her. Guess we’re all about to find out if that’s true or if she is a mouse in a pretty package.

CHAPTER 34

CIERA

It stung when Domenico pulled away from me in a manner that told me not to follow as he stepped to his dad’s grave, silently saying whatever goodbyes he had on his mind. I wanted to be his strength. Help him like he’d done for me after he found me unconscious from blood loss and took me to the hospital.

I don’t know why that changed his mind because there is no doubt in mine that he was going to kill me that night.

Dom doesn’t pull away from Krishna the same way he does me. After I’d finished eating Sunday and they had wrapped up their conversation about Tony’s funeral arrangements, I went back to Krishna’s bedroom where I slept until I was brought takeout for dinner.

After that, they both stayed, each taking turns between my legs—each asking permission before they touched me.

I’m not sure which is more messed up, thinking it’s weird that they asked for consent or never believing until the first time they asked, that’s something men do.

They’re brutal in the way they ravish my body, but they don’t take by force which has always been what I’ve known.,

In my world, men demand and when you beg them to stop, they only make it hurt worse.

I haven’t asked Dom or Krishna to stop, but then I haven’t wanted to like every other time in the past before them.

I never knew there could be pleasure in the chase to gratification, or that fulfillment would be addicting.

Their faces spent so much time between my legs that I’ve memorized the feel of their tongues and the differences in their technique. With my eyes closed or blindfolded, I could tell you which man was licking me without knowing beforehand.

I haven’t gotten the pleasure of watching Domenico and Krishna take turns on each other, but the way they hold each other’s stare, the way they kiss each other, the way they shove themselves against the other or pull the other close is something I envy. It’s something I’d be lying about if I said I didn’t want it too.

They’re in love with each other but I’m not sure either realizes it. It’s either that or they won’t allow themselves to acknowledge the feeling. But it’s there. I can see it as clearly as the longing in my eyes.

Domenico was inside me this morning when his phone chimed with an incoming message. I came all over him in the best orgasm imaginable for him to pull out of me without getting off. He grabbed his phone and then walked out of the door without saying anything. He didn’t even come back. I didn’t see him again until I arrived at the cemetery.

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