Page 79 of Deviant Knight

I thought if I went to a club and found a random, it would take the edge off. All I did was succeed in making one chick cry, another thank me because it was a sign she needed to find the Lord, and a grown man actually pissed his pants because he was that scared.

That’s when I left, killed a would-be rapist, and went home and broke shit. I needed new furniture anyway.

After taking the stairs two at a time, I find Dom’s office. When I walk in, I’m forced to stop or trample over Ciera, so instead, I allow my front to meet her back as my left hand finds her hip bone. She’s trembling, and her fear sets off alarm bells that ring inside my ear, down to my toes.

My fingers squeeze her curves in what I’m sure will leave a bruise tomorrow as my other hand reaches inside my jacket for my semi-automatic weapon.

“What the fuck is going on?” I demand.

Domenico saw me enter, so he didn’t react to the authority in my voice. The other man does. His slender frame, donned in a cashmere suit, turns to face me. I recognize Admir Kovaçi before the sneer on his top lip forms.

“Get your filthy Russian hands off my bitch.”

Well, that was a fatal mistake.

I can feel the second Ciera’s fight or flight instincts kick in, so I hold her in place, not allowing her to run.

“I owned her first, and I’ll own her last,” he continues.

If the first statement hadn’t sealed his fate, that one sure as fuck would have.

“Guess we now know the who,” Dom chides, his deadly eyes going from Ciera to me.

In a bated breath, Dom moves with a quickness I didn’t see until Admir’s body is convulsing with two prongs sticking out from his neck from a taser. He crumples to the floor in front of Dom’s desk.

“Go home, pet, and so you aren’t confused, that is an actual order. I don’t want you here for this. Send Ren over, and sweetheart, don’t wait up. I don’t think we’re going to be home tonight.”

Leaning down, I plant a soft kiss on the corner of Ciera’s mouth and then smack the side of her thigh. “Do as you’re told, kitten. This is our turn to play.”

And it’s going to be gruesome, I say in my head.

The one thing we did get Ciera to answer was the man that took her virginity didn’t have her consent. For that, he will die, but not before he suffers unfathomable pain.

Looks like a war with the Albanians was just penciled into my schedule.

CHAPTER 41

DOMENICO

We were gone for forty-eight hours. I hadn’t planned for it to take that long to kill a man, but he deserved everything he received.

I’m glad I didn’t let Ciera watch. The things we did to the man that raped her multiple times over the course of years weren’t images she or anyone else needed in their heads for the rest of their lives.

But me? I’ll take pleasure in knowing he was given the same treatment she was forced to endure for God knows how long.

Giovanni knew men who don’t take too kindly to sick fucks like Admir and how they hurt others, so we let them have him for the first eighteen hours. The following fifteen hours were spent with me, Krishna, my brother, Giovanni, and even Matteo, who used him as a personal punching bag. For the rest of us, he was a living, breathing target for knife practice.

I honestly didn’t think Matteo had it in him, but after it was said and done, the champ finally earned his place in my family as well as my loyalty.

The final fifteen hours were used to get rid of the body and maybe a couple of hours of hate fucking between K and me.

That leads us to the here and now.

Krishna didn’t come home again last night, and I’m fucking done with that bullshit.

“Why am I here?” K demands, crossing his arms as he widens his stance.

“Because we”—I flick my finger, indicating the two of us—“needed to talk. Alone.”

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