Page 61 of Chaos & Carnage

I drag it out for as long as possible, rubbing my hand over the front of his dick and then cupping his balls before I sloooowly lower his zipper. The entire time, I pray that he lets go of my throat before issuing his next order. Do you have any idea how hard it is to fake enthusiasm when all I want to do is cave his head in? I am all for hate sex—obviously. I’m dating Cain, angry sex is a semi-regular thing with him, but this is taking it to the extreme.

“Well, what are you waiting for, girlie? Get your hand in there!”

Charming.

I have to bite down on my bottom lip in order to stop my face contorting with disgust, but hestillhasn’t released my throat, ensuring his body is still an arm’s length above mine.

Blocking out the horror of what I’m doing, I twist and tug as I work him over until his teeth are gritted and every other breath is a grunt. When he wedges my thighs open wider, I know it’s now or never. Some lines I’m willing to cross, and others are a hard fucking no. I’m officially at that line.

Hitching the leg with the thigh strap wrapped around it over his hip, I ignore the fact that the movement opens me wider and now brings our bits too close for comfort. The good news is that Giovanni is starting to lose himself to his pleasure, and I can feel his fingers loosening around my throat as his focus turns southward.

Inch by inch, I slowly move my hand closer to the thigh strap. At the same time, I arch my back and let out a porn-worthy moan. Taking the bait, his hand moves to latch onto my tit instead. The movement unlocks his arm, giving me the opportunity I’ve been waiting for.

“I’m going to fuck you until you bleed,” he snarls, his blunt head lining up with my entrance.

Surging upward, I hiss, “Only one of us is going to bleed tonight”—I press the tip of my blade against the skin at his throat—“and it sure as fuck won’t be me.”

It takes a second for understanding to dawn, and I watch with mild amusement as the emotions play out across his face; surprise, confusion, anger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he growls, his arrogance so fucking big that he can’t see that he’s not the one in charge anymore.

“Stopping myself from having to fake it through your mediocre fuck.” Sparing a fleeting glance down, I confirm what I’d already felt. “Just so you know, your son far surpasses you in the dick department.” His cheeks blossom with fury, or perhaps it’s embarrassment. Either way, I choose to drive the metaphorical knife in deeper. “Think green bean vs. zucchini.”

“How fucking da—” His words turn to a gurgle as I do exactly as I’d fantasized—drive my blade deep into his neck.

“I’m so fucking done with your bullshit,” I hiss in his ear as the life seeps out of him. “I hope you burn in the pits of hell for all eternity.”

The office settles into a peaceful sort of quiet as Giovanni takes his last breath, his chest going unnaturally still before I shove him off me.

And then the fire alarm goes off.

Chapter 22

I immediately feel it as soon as I wake up. That deep intrinsic instinct that something isn’t right. And no, it isn’t the fact that Enzo is cuddling into my back like I’m his own personal heat source.

Already knowing what I’m going to find, it still takes me a second to comprehend the sight in front of me when I open my eyes and see only an empty spot where Sawyer was only a few hours ago when we all fell asleep.

Shoving Enzo away from me, I ignore his grumbled, “what the fuck, man?!” as I get to my feet, ignoring the bite of pain in my ankle.Fucking hell, when will that blasted thing heal?!

“Red!” I call out, hobbling out of the room. “RED!” Another pregnant pause before I bellow, “SAWYER! Where the fuck are you?”

I can hear a commotion in the front living room as I storm up the stairs, but the rest of the house is silent. Each room I search, empty.I swear to god, I’m going to smack her ass till it’s red if she isn’t here!

Hurrying back downstairs, I come face-to-face with Dante, standing in his boxers in the middle of the hall, looking like he’s ready to take on any threat. Except, there is no threat, not here anyway. Meeting his dark gaze, I can tell by the tightness in his jaw and the flaring of his nostrils that he knows. Does he feel that same aching emptiness I do? That pit in my stomach that goes so deep it woke me from sleep?

“She’s gone.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

“What?” Enzo says, still half asleep as he runs his hand through his air, looking between us. “Gone where?”

“She took the fight to Giovanni.”

He spins to stare at me with wide, shocked eyes. “What?! No way, Sawyer isn’t that stupid.”

I cock a brow at him, watching as his furrows, his eyes bouncing around as he thinks. “Why would she do that?”

“Because at her core, Sawyer’s most primitive instincts are to protect those she loves,” Oliver chimes in somberly. “After what happened with the Bastards”—Oliver looks directly at me, and guilt churns in my stomach—“I’m guessing she wasn’t willing to risk any of us getting hurt again.”

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