Page 53 of Pregnant By the Italian Mafia Enemy

I planned to question him about Sienna and the reason I had no substantial information on her. I had plenty of plans. But when I saw him, all I could consider was the way she’d cowered away from me when we’d first met and the panic that had overtaken her face as she stared at me.

She’d told me that there was a time someone hadn’t taken no for an answer.

It was my turn to repay the favor.

He didn’t see me coming before I grabbed the hand that held the fryer basket and slammed it into the hot oil.

Cameron’s face reddened immediately as he used his entire body to pull himself from the pain of the searing skin, and this time, Iallowed it. I watched as the skin immediately started turning an ugly shade of pink, and I ignored the drop of hot oil that fell atopmyskin.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, grabbing a dish towel and swiping away at the skin immediately.

An entire strip of it peeled away as he screamed.

“You know Sienna?” I asked.

His pained expression turned momentarily pissed as he all but screamed, “Do I know her? The bitch ruined my fucking life.”

Wrong answer.

I grabbed his burned skin, and he screamed as I whipped him back toward the oil and threw his body into it. The splash nearly reached me as I stepped out of its path and allowed his entire other arm and the side of his body to settle into the grease. His screams grew silent, but his face remained just as red, his expression contorting into silent agony.

He didn’t pull himself from the oil, so I jerked him out, throwing him to the ground. “You’re not going to talk about her like that after what you did,” I told him.

His mouth, still contorted in a silent scream, began shaking as he held his entire arm to his chest.

“No,” he said, his tone turning pathetic as he shook his head. “I don’t know what she told you—”

“I knoweverything,” I hissed, bending and grabbing his blistering arm. I dug my nails into it and pulled upward. Theskin slid from the flesh like it had never been attached, and Cameron’s scream became a silent mockery of what it had once been. I should have felt remorse, but as I imagined the position Sienna had been in, all I could muster was burning relief.

His stain would finally be removed from the world today, and it wouldn’t be quick. She’d been suffering for years, so he could suffer as long as possible. I knew someone would call the cops, and until the sound of sirens reached my ears, I wouldn’t let him know a moment of peace.

“Do you know what I do to men like you?” I asked, allowing a serpentine smile to spread across my face as I removed my gun from my hip. “You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. I’ve done it before.”

He shook his head profusely, his mouth oozing saliva from his inability to stop his silent screaming.

“I could dip you in the fryer again, but I think your nerves have been sufficiently fried. It wouldn’t hurt long enough to be worth it. I could take one of your eyes…” I paused, allowing the thought to sink in. “Not both, of course. I want you to see me as I make you fucking eat it.”

He shook his head, and finally, after a long moment, he spoke. “You never asked for my side. Doesn’t it matter what she did tome?”

No, I didn't think it did. Not even a little.

"She deserved every second of it for the shit she put me through.”

I slammed a foot down on one of his hands.

He screamed again, and the pure agony in the sound brought me temporary peace. “She would have taken my career. She planned to take everything, and she wouldn’t even put out. I gave her everything.”

I heard it then. The barely discernable sound of sirens. I hadn’t had enough time with him, and I clenched my teeth as I slammed the barrel of my gun into his cheek. I heard the crack before his scream reverberated through the room. The thought of dragging him along with me held sway for just a moment, but I shook it off, knowing the repercussions would outweigh the benefits.

“She liked flirting with other men and thought she was tough enough to get away with it. The bitch couldn’t even take a punch. Then she ran to her fucking stepdad and ruined everything.” He spat at my feet. “They’re both good-for-nothing pricks.”

His words had me pulling the trigger and taking a step back. Watching his body slam back and onto the floor was a welcomed relief, but I hated I didn’t have more time. I pulled the trigger again, aiming for the chest this time. His body only convulsed.

It was a damn shame.

Not that he was dead. No, that was something I’d never regret. It was a damn shame that I couldn’t make this last much, much longer.

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