Page 158 of Stabby Little

I was a fool to share Ollie's whereabouts with my son. I had no way of knowing he'd betray Ollie, but I should've suspected something. His lack of a positive reaction was all the evidence I needed to know some dark shit brewed in his mind.

I bring my lips to Ollie's forehead to kiss him again.

But that's when my eyes flit down… and I glance between his legs.

My brow furrows when I spot his dick. It's… familiar. My gaze dances over his slender hips, smooth tummy, and the tiny birthmark on his left hip.

No. It can't be. Why does this look like my kitty’s birthmark from the Little Bunny Club?

Before I can put two and two together, two men barge into the room and slam the door shut behind them.

"We found her, Grant." Constantine and Gianluca hold a thrashing body.

Crystal Diavolo screams and fights. "Let me go!"

She's completely naked. She covers her breasts with her hands, refusing to let anyone see.

It happens so fast I nearly miss it.

Ollie slides my knife out of my tactical belt. He heaves himself off the floor and charges Crystal.

Lifting the knife over his head, Ollie drives it into her skull.

Again.

Again.

Then into her chest.

He twists it into her heart.

Crystal screams as she falls to the floor. "You fucking freak! My uncle's going to kill you when he catches you!"

Ollie grabs Crystal's jaw. "You treated me like those bastards in the warehouse. No one—and I mean fucking no one—takes advantage of me. I'm killing you like you deserve."

Ollie flings the knife across the room and wraps his fingers around Crystal's throat. She screams as he chokes the life out of her, then punches her in her face for good measure.

Ollie's hands drip with blood when he comes back to me. "Let's go."

My head spins as I stare at Ollie. Holy… fuck. This is definitely the boy who's been dropping bodies all over New York.

What a fucking badass. He's not the shy little boy he was when I knew him. No, the shit the Diavolos put him through made him a cold-blooded killer.

An assassin.

A boy who doesn't take anyone's abuse.

I tilt Ollie's chin up. "Did you kill Gordon Moreno and Xavier Sanchez? "

Ollie stares dead into my eyes. "Don't ask me questions you don't want to hear the answers to."

Benedetto places his hand on my shoulder. "Michael ran away. We can't find him anywhere."

I nod. "Let's take my son and wife's bodies and get the fuck out of here. Tell the Antonovs to blow this bitch to the sky."

Gianluca hands me his walkie-talkie. "You deserve the honors."

Benedetto and Constantine grab my passed-out family's bodies and lug them out of the house.

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