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He grinds his teeth as he glares at me.

“While you were putting up decorations,” I gesture at his hand and the bag of fingers, “I got to tell Ciara I love her.” I let out a happy sigh. “Then she rode my cock until she orgasmed so fucking hard it took her minutes before she came down from the high.”

His features tense with actual pain as if I’ve just cut off another limb, and I find great enjoyment in the sight.

“But wait, there’s more,” I taunt him. “I got to put my ring on her finger.” I turn away from him and saunter around the room before glancing at him. “I’m thinking a Spring wedding. Iknow it’s soon, but I’d be crazy to wait longer. Mrs. Ciara Castro. Damn, that sounds fucking perfect, don’t you think?”

“You’re lying,” he grinds the words out.

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that.” I pull my phone out of my pocket and bring up the photo Ciara took to send to Grace, where she’s smiling while holding her left hand up to show the ring.

The sisters talked for a little bit, and things seemed to be going better between them.

I turn the screen to Nolan and smile proudly. “Have you ever seen her that happy?” Seeing Ciara has a crazed expression and intense pain of knowing the woman he’s obsessed with belongs to me tightening his features. “Yeah, I guess not. You don’t have what it takes to put that happy, post-orgasmic glow on her face.” I tuck the device back into my pocket. “Anyway, let’s get started. I kind of snuck out while Ciara was in the shower.”

I hear Pedro whistling as he comes down the stairs to give me a heads up, and I glance at my second-in-command. “Which body part do you think I should cut off?”

“You’re fucking insane!” Nolan shouts, yanking against the restraints.

“Remove his feet,” Pedro shrugs.

“Yes. We can take off the shackles then.” I look at Nolan. “You’re not going to try to slither out of here, right? Cutting off your legs takes a bit longer, and I’m pressed for time.”

He lets out a roaring shout that’s filled with a smidgeon of madness.

I pick up the axe. “Don’t lose your mind yet. It will ruin all the fun.” Using all my strength, I bring the blade of the ax down on his left ankle, and it slices through the skin before slamming into the bone.

The screams coming from Nolan have me pulling a what-the-fuck face. “Jesus, who knew you could hit such a high note?”

Pedro’s radio crackles, then we hear Marc say, “Ciara’s in the kitchen. She just asked Astrid where Santiago is. Do I say something?” Pedro quickly replies, “Santiago’s on his way.” Then he holds his hand out. “Give me the damn ax and go to your woman.”

I hand him the tool. “Both feet.”

“I know.”

As I walk toward the stairs, I glance down at my tan colored shit and mutter, “Why does blood always have to splatter all over the fucking place.”

I start to undo the buttons as I head up, and seeing Samuel having a smoke break, I ask, “Have you heard from Eladio?”

“Miguel called to say Eladio’s recovered enough because he’s driving him up the walls.”

I let out a chuckle. “Tell Miguel to suck it up. I want Eladio to take a full two-week break before he comes back.”

Samuel nods as he takes a drag, smoke billowing around his face. He drops the cigarette on the ground and steps on it before heading toward the stairs.

Just then, Nolan’s screams sound up. “Shut the door,” I call out, and I get a thumbs up from Samuel before he pulls the heavy wooden door shut, muffling the cries.

I shrug my shirt off and use it to wipe my hands clean in case I walk into Ciara before I can get to the bathroom.

Chapter 27

CIARA

Sitting in Santiago’s office, I type in the login details for my bank account. Before I can press enter, Santaigo asks, “Are you sure?”

“Unless someone changed it,” I mutter as I press the button, “it should work.” When I get into my internet banking app, I grin at him. “I’m in.”

“Does everything look okay?” he asks.