Page 14 of Let Vengeance Be Mine

I step forward until I’m standing beside him. The old fucker continues to snore, his mouth hanging open and his double chin wobbling. Then quietly I open the top drawer of his nightstand and remove the gun I find there, sliding it into the back of my slacks.

I watch him for a while before I turn on the bedside lamp, and slap the side of his face to wake him up. He snorts as he startles awake, and his shock quickly turns to fear when he sees me.

“What…? What is this?”

“Good evening, Mr Jefferson,” I speak calmly as I take the knife from my belt and twist the handle in my palm.

“Get out of my home!” He reaches for his drawer and I take his arm in my hand, twisting it awkwardly.

“I’m here to ask, why you wish to marry Aria Fucchini?”

I ignore him and get straight to the point. I want to be back home before dawn so I can stir his fiancée awake with my cock.

“That is none of your business.” He shakes his head and squints his eyes as he studies me closer.

“Wait… I know who you are. You’re Matteo Romano.”

“Correct. Now, answer my question.”

When Jefferson struggles, I press the blade of my knife under his chin to keep him right where he is.

“Her…her father thought it would be a good fit.” His voice trembles as he looks down his nose at the blade. It’s glistening from the moonlight coming through his window, and his sweat is already wetting it.

“A good fit? You're old enough to be hergrandfather.”

“I also have many connections at the docks. The girl was an…” He rubs his lips together hungrily, “...an enticing offer, but if you want to place something on the table, yourself, we could come to an arrangement.”

“Something like your life?” I press the blade deeper into his flesh, piercing the skin enough to make a dent.

“I didn’t come here to make you an offer, old man.” I make sure my smile is the last one he sees when I slice the blade neatly across his throat, then I stand back so I can watch the horror on his face as he clutches the open wound with his hands and the blood pours through his fingers. It’s a strange kind of satisfaction I get from watching him die, different to the one I usually get.

Once his skin is pale, and his eyes are soulless, I leave him in a pool of his own blood and head back to the only person who seems to matter.

* * *

When I arrive home, instead of going to my room like I should, I go to hers. I take off my clothes and put them in the trash bag I got from the kitchen on my way up, screwing it in a ball and hiding it behind the curtain. Then, heading for her bathroom, I get in the shower and wash the blood from my body before I join her back in bed. She fidgets as I get under the covers, naturally curling her body into mine and placing her head against my chest, and I hold my hand over it to keep it there because I like the way it feels. The heaviness of whatever this is hits me when I realize that tonight is only scratching the surface on how far I’d go to keep her. I wrap my arm around her waist and let my fingers stretch across her stomach, wondering if my seed has taken hold inside her, yet. Aria is going to look so fucking beautiful when her stomach swells with our child. So beautiful that it makes me want to disturb her from her sleep to increase the chances of it happening sooner, rather than later. I manage to hold off, though. I have to take care of her now. She is my responsibility and I will make sure her body remains healthy. I gently kiss the top of her head before resting my chin on it and getting some sleep myself.

ARIA

Iwake up, shocked to find Matteo beside me. His arms are wrapped tightly around my body, clutching to me as if he’s worried I’ll run away. The scary thing about all this is the fact I know I won’t. I slowly untangle myself and get out of bed so I can use the toilet and when I open the curtains I notice a black bag on the floor behind them. Taking a peek inside I see what looks like a balled-up suit, and a pair of black leather gloves. I have no idea why they are here but I leave them where I found them so I can head to the bathroom.

I brush my teeth before I go back to him, and when I step through the door his eyes are open and staring at me like I’m in trouble.

“What did I do?” I shrug my shoulders.

“Nothing. I’m allowed to look at you, aren’t I?” He raises his eyebrows as I slowly move towards him and climb back onto the bed.

“I don’t know, you make the rules. Are you?” I tease, straddling his body with mine. When he reaches his hand up to frame my cheek, his touch seems almost tender.

“Yes.” He stares into my eyes so deeply I feel them burn, and when his cock presses hard between my legs, I have to resist the temptation to rub myself against it.

“You are going to stop me from getting any work done, today,” he warns, dropping his eyes to look between us.

“Did you have something important to do?” I lick my finger and slowly trace it around the thick head of his shaft.

“Nothing more important than this.” He takes both my hips in his hands and guides me on top of him. While I reach between us and line him up with my entrance, not only am I encouraging this, but I desperately want it.

I have no idea what Matteo’s intentions are once he gets me pregnant, but I’ve noticed a shift in his behavior, and I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now. Yes, he’s dangerous, but I was raised amongst danger and I feel safe with him, despite how I got here.

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