“No, it won’t Tristan D’Agostino. I am just the beginning. More will take my place and come for you. You thought I was a big threat? No. Even I can accept when I’m just the pawn. The stronger pieces on the chess board haven’t started playing yet. Wait until they do. When The King himself comes, you’ll all be fucked.”
“Who are these people?” I demand.
“As if I’m going to tell you,” he answers and more laughter rumbles from his body.
Motherfucker. He starts coughing blood. Coughing and sputtering.
I give him credit for managing to get himself to his knees. But that just places him in the position I want. When I swing the long reach knife, the blade slices through his skin and cuts through bone and sinew effortlessly.
Blood sprays from his body as his head comes off and both crumple to the ground. I think he was gearing up to say more shit to me.
He can save it.
I don’t get to savor this moment I’ve waited so long for. A scream rips into the sounds of battle around us and my gaze snaps to Isabella.
Dmitri has a can of gasoline and is pouring it all over her. I’m already rushing to the balcony and as he takes out a lighter to set my girl on fire I jump.