How could anyone have tried to hurt something like her? I shudder with wrath, shake with madness and a need for blood.Theirblood.
“I will destroy them,” I whisper in her ear and I clasp her tighter, holding her and rocking her a little and even in her sleep she purrs. “For you, lamb. I’m doing this for you.” I stroke her hair and face, before gently rolling her over and luckily she doesn’t awake.
I wanted to exhaust her and I didn’t stop fucking her until her lids grew so heavy, she could barely stay awake and her body went limp. Mostly it was because I needed to quench some of my need for her but some of it was to make sure she won’t wake up, while I’m away. I’ve given her rounds and rounds of passion, poured everything I had into her and I fill with pride at the way she absorbed it all. I’m under her skin now and I stroke my hand down her arm, the same way she is under mine. Keeping my eyes on her sleeping form, I pull my clothes on and it’s hard tearing myself away from those wholesome curves but I grind my jaw and leave.
This time I take my car into the village, parking it a distance away from the village center and I get out. From the pocket of my cloak, I take out my knife and carve our symbol on a couple of surfaces, so that those who know will know this town is under the Nordic Mafia’s protection. My jaw is in a lockup, my black cloak flaring behind me as I make my way to the Inn and my throat snares.
The thirst...
Finally, it will be quenched.
Most of the windows of the Inn are dark for the night but one is lit downstairs, the part of the Inn that’s a bar and I cross the street. I enter through the front door and a tired bartender looks up at me.
“We’re closing,” he grunts but his eyes widen when I pull up my sleeve.
“You know what this means.” The runes glimmer on my arms. They’re old spells, enchantments for strength and courage and it’s more symbolic than anything but the superstitious ones claim this is why we’ve been able to obtain the power we have.
The bartender nods, choking, “Mafia.”
“You don’t see, don’t hear, don’t speak,” I warn and he nods fearfully again. “Scram,” I snarl and he runs out of the Inn. I take the keys to the rooms upstairs before walking up a narrow staircase, leading to the second floor. Using the key I open the first door to my left and what do you know...
If it isn’t Scar himself snoring in his bed.
Soundlessly I cross the floor and look down at him. “Aren’t you a beauty? Open your eyes, you ugly piece of trash,” I snarl and he twitches, his eyes flashing and he automatically reaches for his gun that I’m holding in my own hand and I slam down his wrist. “Why so stressed, Scarecrow? I just wanna talk.”
The language of violence that is...
“Tsk, tsk...,” I rasp, shaking my head while his eyes shine black in his white face. “Adelaide Bowen. Does the name ring a bell?”
He shakes his head.
“No?” I bend my face closer to his. “How about I give your brain a little scratch and maybe you’ll remember.” Growling, I slam a hand on his face causing his nose bone to poke his brain and he wails in pain. “Shut up!” I growl, stabbing my knife down his chest and the first cut is all it takes.
Dead.
Rising, I brush my mouth with the back of my hand and the thirst is more bearable now but I’m still not satisfied. Leaving his room, I methodically do the same with the others, silently trespassing and killing them in their beds. By the time the sun is about to rise all twelve of them are down.
Slaughtered.
I’m tempted to take their scalps and give them to Addie as trophies...but I have a feeling she wouldn’t appreciate it and I’m not willing to risk it. Grinning, I throw one last glance at my work and I lick my lips.
Whoever said revenge is a dish best served cold was wrong. It tastes so much better when warm and I take my lighter and light up the trail of gasoline I made.
Swoosh.
Flames lick around me as I walk out of the Inn and I clench my fists.
I’m Addie’s hero but she’ll never know it.
To her I’ll always be the man that one day showed up on her farm and fell brutally in love with her. And maybe that will have to be enough.
****
Adelaide
“Mmm,” I purr, snuggling closer to Revenge. “Doan you smell good.” He smells so clean and icy as if he got up in the middle of the night to take a shower but I know he’s been right next to me all along. He’s ruined all my little bits and pieces and making love to him was...epic. Cracking my lids open, the sunlight washes over Revenge as he looks down on me. He’s so impending and succulent with his serious eyes and slicked back hair and tingles tease my skin.
His eyes stir with possession, his jaw flexing powerfully and he bends his face to inhale the warmth from my skin and a pool of need spreads through my lower belly. It spreads fast and heavy and for the first in a long time, I feel like I’m at home.