Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Pavel’s son slept in the presidential suite, in a small bedroom right next ours. Even though we had plenty of rooms to kill in, Emily didn’t want this anywhere close to him.
The boy is another problem that will need to be solved.
Due to her unwillingness to torture near him, I found us a new suite on the same level. This one was perfect. It had low beams on the ceiling which provided great opportunity to hang rope on.
Currently, Salvatore stood with his hands high over his head. Rope bound his wrists, stretched fifteen feet up to the ceiling, and attached to the ceiling’s cross beam.
A guard pushed a cart into the room. The wheels creaked. I spotted tons of knives stacked on top of it. Most had thick, long blades with curved wooden handles. There were also several hand saws, three drills, and two flame torches.
I grinned.
Maybe, we can torch him together.
I told myself that I would never settle down. Marriage and relationships sounded dull and tedious. But, no one told me that my soulmate and I would take down enemies and torture them together.
Had I known that, I might have searched for love earlier.
David dragged in a man. His body roughly slid across the floor. This was one of the guards for the Mancuso family. Handcuffed and tied up, he struggled to get free.
David stopped in the center of the room and looked at me. “Where do you want me to put this one?”
I put my gaze back on Emily. “Hang him from the next beam.”
On the helicopter ride to the hotel, she had asked if she could torture more than Salvatore. She wanted any other survivors from the Mancuso Family.
The request had shoved me on edge, not because of the men being tortured.
I didn’t care about their pain.
I worried about the state of Emily’s mind. I was intelligent enough to understand that she was the less psychotic of the two of us.
Should I have said yes to her having more men to cut?
During our time together, Emily had become my moral compass, forcing me to think about the rights and wrongs of my actions. Making me more human than monster.
Granted, I never enjoyed the lessons, but I yearned to become better for her.
She was my soul. My angel. My light in the darkness of this criminal world. The treasure beyond value some men spent their lives searching for, but seldom found.
She was my salvation. My blessing. The part of my heart that had been missing—the part that I hadn’t known had been lost to me.
If she went too dark, if she lost herself in my madness. . .then I would never forgive myself.
I won’t let her take this torturing too far.
Emily turned to David. “Take his clothes off. Salvatore’s too.”
I raised my eyebrows.
Huh?
Stunned, David looked back at me.
Let’s see where this goes.
I gave him a slow nod.
Noise sounded.
I looked to the right.
Giorgio entered, wearing blue leather gloves and guiding Ciro Mancuso inside.
Ciro was one of Salvatore’s many cousins and a top enforcer for the family. He’d been in the car that we stopped hours earlier.
While dirt and blood smudged Salvatore’s face and even David’s guy.
Ciro appeared freshly shaved as if he’d just stepped out of the shower and was about to go on a date. He also wore a newly pressed suit.
That makes no sense.
Confusion hit me. “Did you clean and dress him?”
Giorgio looked my way. “Of course.”
I tried to imagine Giorgio washing Ciro up and then shook the vision out of my head.
I scowled. “Why clean him, if he’s going to die?”
“Germs.” Giorgio walked Ciro over to a chair in the corner of the room and gestured to it. “There you go. May you rest in peace.”
Baffled, Ciro sat down and placed his cuffed wrists on his lap.
I glared at Giorgio. “Do you not see David over there tying his man up?”
Giorgio moved his attention in that direction, watched for a few seconds, and then turned back to me.
I pointed at the third beam. “Put Ciro up on the other side of Salvatore.”
Giorgio gave me an odd look and then headed away, leaving his man behind.
Excuse me?
Giorgio left and shut the door.
My frown deepened. “I’m going to kill the Butler before we leave Italy.”
“The French are our friends.” Emily turned around and strolled my way. Her breasts bounced in the red dress.
My cock jerked in my pants.
She twisted and twirled the knife in her hand, taking away all of my anger.
Usually, her stomach was perfectly flat. Now it had a small bump where my child grew.
I couldn’t wait for it to grow bigger.
Everyone had been referring to our child as a he. Therefore, I assumed we were having a boy. I never asked. I didn’t care. I just wanted a healthy, smaller version of us. Hopefully, our child looked like Emily, but had my rage.