Page 15 of The Heart of a Villain

I couldn’t give fewer shits about his ways if I tried… but that was before.

Before he dared to touch what was mine and kidnapped her.

Rage washes over me in a rocking wave, consuming me, anger pouring into my cells and sliding through my veins, pumping my blood full of only one desire.

Vengeance.

Another guard runs toward me, breathing heavily as he calls, “Mr. Wright, you need to calm down and stop—” His words end on a groan when I pull my elbow back and punch him hard in the face, and he stumbles back and falls to the ground.

Without uttering a single word, I walk past him, drop the empty magazine of the gun, and put in a full one, ignoring the throbbing in my left side. Several stitches have probably opened, as William barely had time to sew me up before I was up and running to get her back where she belongs.

Despite the knife wound my princess gave me.

Right after she drugged me and, for a second, made me believe she was willingly giving herself to me.

Too bad she didn’t know about the remote control I always have in case of danger. I managed to press it before passing out, so my people found me quickly and tended to me.

My mouth curves into a smile, cold and mocking in its nature, as I severely underestimated my captive.

She’s her father’s daughter, calculating and deceiving, not minding to use and sacrifice people if it saves her ass.

Ironically, I trusted her not to pull a trick on me—or rather thought her incapable of such a thing.

Innocent and pure, right?

What a fool I’ve been.

Nothing that comes out of Lachlan can be pure. That fucker is so rotten I’m surprised he’s still alive.

With each step, I get closer to the massive building, trying to see through the glass, and only then do I realize it only gives off a reflection.

Ah, so that’s how it is. He can see everything around him, but any outsiders can’t look inside.

Smart. Too bad it won’t save his ass.

“Rafael!” Raising my arm high, I squeeze the trigger, firing three more shots, when finally the brown double doors open, and my twin walks out, grinning at me.

“There is no need to yell.” He flips a lighter between his fingers while putting a cigar in his mouth. “I heard you the first time around, brother.”

His attitude only fuels the anger ruling me, and with a roar, I lunge at him, punching him straight in the face, his cigar dropping to the ground as he stumbles back. “Where is she?”

His laughter echoes in the air as he checks his nose for damages while blood runs from it. “Ah, all this violence doesn’t suit you, brother.” He cocks his head to the side. “Besides, what are you doing here? I thought we had rules set in stone.” Fury flashes on his face, but he quickly masks it with indifference and boredom. “She leads you by your dick this much, huh?”

I deliver another blow, to his stomach this time, and he falls, which only adds to the beast’s wrath inside me, vicious for blood but unable to take his revenge.

Because my twin always does absolutely nothing to defend himself where my anger is concerned, despite having a black belt and never, ever giving anyone else an opportunity to hurt him.

I’m his exception, and I fucking hate him for it, as nothing will ever mend our relationship. So why won’t he fucking stop trying!

“You’ll get your half of the island, and I’ll get mine.” Placing my splayed palms on the table, I watch Rafael as he flips the lighter back and forth but gives me no other reaction. “You’ll never set foot on my part, and you can do whatever the fuck you want on yours. As far as I’m concerned, we are strangers who own the same land.” A beat passes. “You break the rules, and it’s fair game. I will not be responsible for the consequences.”

He has tested my patience enough with his desire to reconnect. At this point, I wonder if he is a masochist who doesn’t mind his face getting punched for the amount of times he’s tried to reach me.

Hopefully, this will put a fucking end to his attempts.

Rafael stays silent for a long moment and then nods, and somehow this sends disappointment through my veins, tasting bitter on my tongue because he so easily succumbs to my demands. “As you wish, brother. As you fucking wish.”

“Where is she?”

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