Page 94 of Ruthless Vows

Fucking mid-conversation has me confused as shit.

The familiar sound of a palm coming down onto skin makes my blood freeze.

A thick accent weaves its way through my earbud as I tilt my head, trying to ignore the slight interference.

“You naughty little girl,” the man says, and I clench my jaw. “You trying to egg me on? Trying to make this cock of mine even harder?”

“Your tiny dick couldn’t please a woman if your life depended on it.”

My angel’s voice fills me with hope. But hope is a fucking damaging thing.

A series of grunts and moans from the man cause me to shake my head in disbelief. He’s fucking raping her. He’s sticking his filthy pecker into what’s mine, and he’s enjoying a woman who is meant for me.

Who is too fucking pure for his hands.

If I thought I’d lost it before, now the feral animal lurking inside me is really coming out to play. I throw my phone so hard it shatters the windshield as I let out a raucous cry of complete and total anguish. My diligently assembled façade shatters, and I roar out my frustration.

“Get there now!” I shout in a way I’ve never heard, the diabolical sound bursting from my vocal cords as the once tamed rage comes back tenfold, and every fiber of my being ignites with fury. “Ucciderò ogni singolo uomo che si metterà sulla mia strada,” I mutter, trying to regain control but fucking failing desperately.

We’re there in seconds as we lead the pack, and my father exceeds a hundred miles an hour down the gravel road.

As we approach the gate, I lift myself from my seat as I roll down my window and prop myself up on the edge. With a pistol in each hand, I fire a host of bullets into the small glass room operating the gates, no doubt ending the life of whatever fucked soul was inside.

We crash through the barricade while my father follows the GPS in the SUV that leads us directly to Giana. Ten rows of units later, we take a sharp left, and I grip the edge of the car, still perched in the window as we rapidly come to a stop, the gravel spinning under our tires when we skid to a halt.

Two men are crouched down low, my shots having tipped them off. They fire at a quick pace and try to use a pole for cover, but it’s no fucking use.

I blow bullets through each of their skulls in a matter of seconds as all of our men and the Amatos get out of our armored vehicles and rush the unit. My father shoots the lock until it combusts, and I slide the door open, revealing Giana. A gun is to her head, and Martínez stands behind her, using her as a goddamn shield.

“Stand down!” my father orders to Martínez, and he only laughs, yanking Giana with him as he moves a bit to the side of the unit.

I scan the room as I position my weapon out in front of me, needing to dissolve any other threats.

And that’s when I spot EnzofuckingGreco standing behind Giana’s best friend, Remi.

I’d only met her one time, but I looked her up as well, and despite the swelling of her head and face, it’s easy to tell it’s her.

I don’t have time to think about Enzo being our rat. I just get into position, silently begging a God I don’t believe in to give me a shot that won’t kill the woman I love. Enzo needs to be dealt with later. The worthless prick. My head can’t wrap around why he’s done this. Not when I’ve got too much to lose right now.

“We’ve come to negotiate with you,” my father says, and Gabriel’s men come up and move behind my father and his. “We want to talk. Put your weapons down and let go of the girls, and we’ll give you what you want.”

Enzo’s face pales, and I notice the small shake of his weapon as he points it at Remi. The fucker is terrified, shaking in his fucking boots.

What? Did he think we wouldn’t find him out?

The rage pumping through my veins somehow reaches new heights when I see Giana without pants, her pussy on full fucking display and Martínez with his belt undone, the outline of his hard cock in his pants turning me into an entirely different beast—one even I don’t recognize.

The fucking audacity of this piece of shit. My chest pounds with the out-of-control beating of my heart. My ears feel as if they are bleeding, a strange gushing happening inside them as my heartbeat thumps away in my head.

Martínez doesn’t make a move to lower his weapon, but instead, laughs. It only fuels my already dying-to-be-released fury.

I have to force myself to stand down—to keep this beast inside my body caged, although it’s salivating, desperately needing to become uncaged and rip this lowlife limb from limb. My father has control of this situation, and I cannot chance any further harm to Giana.

But the moment I have a chance to down Martínez, I am going to rock his fucking world.

“What is it that you think I want?” Martinez scoffs with a subtle shake of his head.

“You want men to do your dirty work. You want your money and your drugs and your runners. Want power no matter the cost,” my father spits, his own anger springing to life on his face as his brows knit together. “Men like you don’t deserve the world falling at your feet, but I guess it’s your lucky fuckingday, Martínez.”

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