Eli says nothing, simply giving me an unapproved look. Fuck him.
Gripping the end of the knife with so much anger, I am certain I’ll break it, I turn my attention back to the coward. I narrow my eyes with precision, scanning his body. Where would he bleed the most?
My mind drifts back to the very first time Enzo ever asked me that question.
“Mack! When I tell you to do something, you do it. There is no reason to fear these small things. Death is always following these people.” He all but yelled at me. I was only nineteen. He had been killing for years, and this... this was my very first time.
I hadn’t landed the knife right, so the person was struggling. Their death would be painful.
“He’s hurting though,” I tried to say. I wasn’t a child, but watching someone bleed to death… It did something to your heart. It pulled the strings tight and made it beat fast.
“What’s your point? He deserved to die. What are you scared of?” Was it a trick question?
“Nothing, sir,” I immediately answered him. I didn’t want to be the next one with a knife in my neck.
“Good, because being scared is a weakness. You’re to be afraid of nothing, not a fucking thing, when you’re in my kingdom. Do you understand?” he questioned. I nodded my head as I watched him lift his foot. What was he doing?
Then I heard the crunching of bones, the splatter of brain matter, and blood against the ground.
“This is what we do to people who are weak… scared,” he snarled, staring down at what was left of the man’s body. I never even got the man’s name.
Pulling myself back to the present, I stare at the man before me. He is weak. Scared. Useless.
With complete control, I arch my arm back and throw the knife. It flies through the air, barreling toward Miller. His eyes grow large, and I can practically hear his heartbeat from where I’m standing. With a low thud, the knife sinks into the wood directly above his head. He isn’t just a coward—he is a liar, too. He is fucking terrified.
“You’re a liar,” I spit the words with venom. “You said you were scared of nothing, but it is clear to me as I watch you shake in your fucking skin, you are, in fact, scared of something…” I smile because I’m a fucker like that. Nothing gets me harder than making people pay for what they did wrong.
“Give him a break. He just started with us—” Eli is trying to reason with me again.
“Breaks are for the fucking weak.” Taking a deep breath, I smile before throwing the next knife. It lands just millimeters from his throat. Hmmm…. his throat… yes, that’s where the next one will land.
“Are you going to beg?” I mock. At the very least, he could go out feeling like a man. If I had one thing to thank Lorenzo for, it was his ruthless ways. He taught me any emotion outside of killing was unneeded. When I finally put a bullet in his head and fuck Amara, it will be from his teachings.
“Men don’t beg,” he says quietly, his voice wobbly. Is he going to cry? Is this fucking pathetic excuse for a human going to cry? I’ve seen women handle death better than this guy.
“Glad you figured it out,” I mock, gripping the blade in my hand. With one single arch, I whip the blade at him, watching his eyes dilate, and his chest move for the last time.
The blade sinks straight into his throat. I listen to the gurgling sound of him struggling to breathe while blood fills his throat. I watch the light leave his eyes, and a sick sadistic smile spreads across my lips, causing my heart to swell with happiness.
“You didn’t have to kill him.” Eli sounds as if he is actually hurt. “Now, I have to go and make food runs.”
“Yes, I did. He was a weakness. He wouldn’t have done anything but drag us down.” I’m satisfied with all I’ve done, and as I watch the blood pour from him, I smile even more. Blood wasn’t a sign of death for me, but a sign of victory. I won.
“Remove his body and get ready to go. We have a plan to follow through with.” I’m going to get them. Both of them, or I’ll die fucking trying.13EnzoI haven’t been myself lately. I’ve lost the roughness in my words and touch. I wasn’t the same man as I was before.
“This is… well… a very domesticated version of you.” Amara laughs easily, her hair moving as small breaths come from her mouth. I watch her fidget with the hem of her shirt.
We haven’t discussed anything pertaining to her being taken because I want this date to be just that—a date. A normal thing two people do when they want to get to know more about one another.