“N-No,” he whimpers. “I had other plans. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I was g-going to contact you. Return her in exchange f-for more cash and offer up that N-Nikolaides was behind this.”
I set my knife in his lap on top of his mask and dig my fingers into his cut. He howls in pain when I rip open his flesh, baring his veins and muscle. “So you thought you could blackmail me, bitch? Is that what you thought? A little Nikolaides errand runner thought he could go toe to fucking toe with me?”
The man screams and squirms in pain. I push my fingers into the meat of his neck, rolling my thumb over his carotid that pulses furiously. His head lolls as he nearly passes out, but when I spit in his face, he jolts awake.
“Apologize to my wife,” I snarl, massaging his fat vein.
“I’m s-so sorry,” he moans.
“Sorry for what?”
“F-For trying to steal her.”
“Tell her you’re just a little bitch who couldn’t even capture a woman right. Tell her you’re a fucking failure. Tell her you’re a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to share the same motherfucking air she breathes,” I roar, inches from his face.
“I, uh, what was the first part?”
I yank hard on his slippery vein, breaking it like a piece of liquorish. Blood sprays outward in a high arc, and I sidestep it to avoid the mess. I grip his chin and make him look at my wife.
“Talia, he’s sorry.”
The man twitches and convulses as his life bleeds out of him. Too easy. Too quick. But the fact he’s denying me of time with Talia pisses me off.
“Now,” I growl, turning toward Jordan. “I want to know why you thought you could try and kill my father. Who fucking sent you?”
Pop! Pop!
Talia screams, pressing her back against the wall. I jerk my head over to my brother, fury rising up inside me.
“What the hell, Aris?” I bark out. “I wasn’t done interrogating them!”
Aris’s chest heaves and his eyes are wild. “They tried to kill Father. Kostas, they tried to kill our dad.” His eyes glisten with tears.
Weak.
Always so fucking weak.
“Find out who they are and who sent them,” I snap at him. “And next time you interfere with one of my interrogations, it’ll be your last.”
He winces at my words. “Shit, man. I’m sorry. I was just so angry.”
“Make sure this gets cleaned up,” I hiss as I storm past him to Talia. I grab her hand with my blood-soaked one and haul her upstairs. We barely make it out of the groundskeeper’s house before she mauls me.
Her lips crush to mine in a breath-stealing kiss. I grab her ass and lift her, carrying her to my car. Pressing her ass to the door, I deepen our kiss, my hands roaming all over her.
“Kostas,” she pleads. “I need you.”
And right now, I’d love nothing more than to rip her shorts down her tanned thighs, flip her around, and fuck her hard against the side of my Maserati.
But there are cameras and men stationed nearby and I don’t fucking share.
I grind my hips against her, loving the sound of her whimper. Trailing kisses from her mouth along her jaw, I find her ear and bite hard enough on her earlobe she moans.
“I’m going to fuck you, zoí mou, and soon.”
She squirms in my arms, her nails digging into my shoulders. My fingers bite into her ass as I rub against her until her breathing becomes shallow and ragged.
“That’s it,” I croon. “Come like a good girl and get it out of your system.”
Her head tilts back as she lets go. I latch onto her sweaty flesh and suck hard. She convulses with an orgasm simply from being dry humped. I can only imagine how she’ll explode when I’m deep inside her needy cunt. As soon as she comes down from her high, I bite her neck hard enough to leave a bruise. On the same spot I just flayed a man. My girl is brave because she slides her fingers into my hair and holds me to her, unafraid. I smile at her growing trust in me before pressing a soft kiss to the bite mark.
“Let’s get cleaned up. I owe you a nice dinner.”
Talia
I wake to find Kostas’s side of our bed empty, and I scramble up, needing to find him. Not wanting to be alone. It’s been three days since I was nearly stolen from our back patio and I’m still shaken by the events. Before that day, I never so much as touched a gun, let alone shot one. But that day I not only shot one, but almost killed my husband, who up until recently, I wouldn’t have minded being shot. But now, well, things are changing at such a rapid speed, I feel as if my head is spinning and my heart is being pulled in a million directions. When I saw the way Kostas killed the man who tried to take me, two things became clear: Kostas would do everything in his power to keep me safe, and if you fuck him over, he won’t hesitate to end your life. I also learned a couple things about Aris down in that cellar: he won’t hesitate to shoot, either, and he’s a loose cannon. A piece of information I would be stupid to ignore.