Page 84 of Violent Attraction

I give him a curt nod, not taking my eyes off of Emilio. I’m so concentrated on him, I don’t even realize when Madden leaves behind Leo.

Emilio’s whimpers fill the room.

Such a fucking pussy.

A real cartel man knows how to take a bullet, if he was anything like Leo and me, he wouldn’t be on the floor curled up in a ball asking God to save him.

I guess that goes to show that he’s not a real cartel man. Not even with all the shit he yelled out about his family deserving all the power and money.

The only reason that Leo didn’t kill the bastard is because he threatened Isabella’s life.

If Leo killed him, his men would kill her.

No one goes around threatening my woman’s life, and when I’m done with this fucker, he will be begging me to end his.

I crunch down in front of him and he must know what is coming, because the second he notices me in front of him he squirms back.

The fucker doesn’t even able to move a few inches, before I grab him by the thigh and press my thumb into the wound.

His screams fill the room.

Blood covers my hand, seeping into the carpeted floor, but I don’t give a shit. Let the neighbors hear him, he’ll be dead before the cops arrive.

“Did you really think you were smart, pendejo?” I tighten my grip on his thigh and like expected, his screams grow louder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he pants out through gritted teeth. Trying his hardest not to succumb to the pain.

“Si sabes,” I give him a sadistic grin, taking my hand away from his leg and giving his face a few slaps.

Love taps if you will. Love taps that cover his face with the blood from his leg.

“I don’t,” Emilio groans again.

Without warning, I grab his face, digging my nails into his cheeks like I did his leg. The pussy squirms even more, trying to get away from me, but he’s not going anywhere. It’s just going to be me, him and the dead bodies down on the first floor.

“So you didn’t take Serena and her friend from their apartment?” my nails puncture his cheeks. “You didn’t tell Leo that if he killed you that your men would go after Isabella? You didn’t do any of that?”

My nails are so deep into his skin that little beads of blood start to come to the surface.

Good.

Emilio looks me straight in the eyes not saying a damn word. His eyes got darker at the mention of Isabella’s name.

Conformation.

“Ah, so you did those things.” Another love tap, this time just a little bit harder

“I don’t need to tell you shit,” Emilio spits outs, the droplets of his spit landing on my face.

This fucker isn’t going to make it out of here alive.

“You see, that’s where you’re wrong.” I shift myself so that my boot is closer to his leg. “You threaten the one person that you had no right to threaten. That right there is reason enough for me not to let you leave this room alive.”

My foot lands on his thigh.

I barely even make contact, when his screams start to fill the room again. This time there is no doubt that the neighbors are hearing him.

I apply more and more pressure onto the leg until I watch Emilio’s eyes roll back into his head. Until he finally succumbing to the pain and passing out.

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