Page 8 of The Last Time You Break Me

The fact that I’ve always craved it, always helped. I needed it in a way I could never explain.

Large nostrils flared in his rage, but he clenched down on his teeth in restraint. “Tell us what we want to know, princess, and we’ll let you live. Give us the keys to the kingdom and I might even make you mine,” he gritted with an undertone of a roar he tried to swallow, that bled through as he tried to keep himself in check. As he tried to lure me with false promises of being his.

I’d rather give myself to a pound of hellhounds than allow him to touch me.

I barked out a vicious laugh, “Let me walk? Fuck’s sake, who trained you?” I asked, done with the charade. I turned the ring on my finger until the diamond stuck outward once again from being hidden within my palm. It’s a brutal piece. Pretty to look at, easy to miss when I’ve drawn it across your throat and gained first blood too. It’s too awe-striking apparently.

In this case. It’d be retaliation and somehow… second blood is muchsweeter.

I used the diamond to cut through the rope, yanked my arms at the wrists, and broke the bindings. Then, I did exactly that. I slashed out with my hand, yielding my ring like a blade as I cut open his throat. His gaze widened, shock and horror vivid as he choked on the bloodied breath dispelled from his pulsating, wide-gaped wound.

“I’ll be sure to let them know it was a waste of fucking time,” I hissed, face distorted in derision as I turned on the other man in the room. The one who had remained calm and collected throughout my torture with a gaze that gleamed suspicion. Well, calm and collected till now. He stumbled back as he knocked over the unit behind him in his haste.

“Question… Will you bleed as pretty for me before you die?” I canted my head, and stared at him like a feline in the wild.

“Eh, I-I!”

“You- Eh-I-I what? Tell me what I want to know, and I won’t play with my food before I devour it,” I taunted him. Mocking him. My threat one hundred percent a fucking promise.

“Yo-you’re a girl! You’re a girl! How? How can you withstand all of this? All of this torture? All of this pain! How are you still standing?” he roared in panic as he backed up until he splattered himself against a wall.

“I’m a Wyelli, motherfucker, now sing for me like a canary and I promise to make what comes next quick...”

Chapter Two

Reggie

Strange Girl - Halestorm

“They have fucked us in the ass for the last time,” Dom sneered as he scanned the heads that sat around the table. Dominic Wyelli was never a man to be tested.

How he handled his enemies—when he deemed it worthy of getting his hands dirty at all—was a form of art.

There was a reason we had been best friends for the past forty-five years.

Five of those years were spent as little ankle biters before we met at the age of five and decided we’d take those who crossed us out at the knees instead.

From that day on, we were heading in only one direction. The direction his father before him had laid out perfectly.

Dom was born into the crime family, I was bled in. Yet he always told me in many ways that were so much more impactful.

So much more meaningful having bled for your loyalty. For your family.

So for the past five months, all I had done is quietly seethe in the shadows at the fact that one of these cunts had betrayed us.

I sat on his right, hands balled into fists as I also watched the men around us, keenly.

Not that any would notice my scrutiny.

After all, I was the one that trained them.

My eyes would remain fixated on a wall, yet see absolutely everything.

These men also bonded to this family in blood. Some were born in. Cousins of cousins who had fought tooth and nail to be chosen to fill one of the seats.

To be trusted to run a specific part of our empire.

Yet I was one hundred percent sure one of them was betraying us.

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