Page 83 of Death

Chapter 24

SANTIAGO

After enjoying the past few days on the island with Ciara, we are on the way home when my phone rings.

I dig it out of my pocket, and seeing Jorge’s name, a broad smile spreads over my face. He’ll only call me for one reason.

“Give me the good news,” I answer.

“I found the fucker. Nolan’s father got complacent and finally led me to a house on the other side of the fucking country where he was hiding.”

“When you get home, take him to the cellar.”

“We’re taking off as we speak. I wanted to get him on the plane before I called you.”

“Good. I’ll see you tonight.”

We end the call, and my eyes flick to Pedro’s, who’s watching me in the rearview mirror. A smile spreads over his face, telling me Jorge has already notified him.

Tucking the phone back into my pocket, I remove the deck of cards and pull the Death card from it. When I hold it out to Ciara, she gives me a questioning look.

“My men found Nolan. They’re bringing him to me.”

Shock shudders over her face, and she takes the card with a trembling hand. “You really found him?”

“Yes.” I lift my arm and brush my fingers through her hair. “So, you don’t have to worry anymore. I’m going to make him pay tenfold for what he did to you.”

She presses the card to her chest, and something akin to hatred tightens her features. “You said the card means you’ll remove body parts?” When I nod, the corners of her mouth pull down with disgust. “Can you remove a specific body part for me?”

The corner of my mouth lifts, and letting my brutal side show for the first time, my voice is filled with the promise of pure fucking pain as I say, “I’ll cut off whatever parts you want,mi amor.”

She leans closer and pushes up so she can get to my ear, then whispers, “His manhood.”

I lift my hand and wrap it around the back of her neck, and pulling her a few inches away from me so I can lock eyes with her, I vow, “I will. Any message you want me to pass on to him?”

She thinks for a moment, then answers, “Tell him he didn’t break me and I belong to you.”

Christ. My heart.

My features turn soft. “Trust me, I’ll fucking rub that into his face every chance I get.”’

She lifts her hand to my face, and brushes her fingertips over my jaw, then she leans in again and presses a soft kiss to my mouth before whispering, “Tell him I kiss you willingly and that you make me moan with pleasure. Tell him I can’t stop touching you and that I love sleeping in your arms. Tell him I’m falling in love with you.”

My heart slows down, and I’m surprised out of my everloving mind by what she’s saying. I keep still as her words sink into my heart.

Ciara pulls back again and meets my eyes, her feelings for me written all over her face.

Pedro steers the SUV through the gates of the compound, and it takes all my strength to wait for him to bring us to a stop in front of the villa.

Grabbing Ciara’s hand, I shove the car door open and pull her out of the backseat. I haul her into the house and don’t even bother shutting the front door. My hands fly to her face, and framing her cheeks, I keep her in place as I crush my mouth to hers.

My tongue dives deep into her mouth, and I fucking devour her with every ounce of obessive love she makes me feel.

She grabs hold of my forearms, her mouth completely submissive to mine, and it strips me of my self-control.

I tug at her lips, bite them until they’re plump, and stroke her tongue the way I plan on fucking her the instant she’s ready.

Lowering one of my hands, my fingers trail down her side where I grip hold of her hip. I yank her flush with my body, my hard as fucking steel cock, rubbing against her stomach.