Page 163 of Corrupted By You

I glanced down at the photo. Violette was kissing Antoine’s cheek and they looked like the picture of domestic bliss. Done avoiding the subject, I threw the frame onto the bed. “Were you busy with matters pertaining to…Violette?”

I was waiting for him to admit why we were here.

Anger burned in his blue eyes. “Something like that.”

“I can imagine.” I went for the kill. “Violette used to keep mebusytoo.”

Antoine’s control snapped like a delicate thread.“Filsde pute!”he barked, advancing my way.“Va tefaire foutre!”

I shot him in the shoulder.

Antoine howled in pain and swayed, holding his bloody shoulder.

“Fun fact: your sister fucked me. Multiple times,” I tutted, rising from my seat. “And let me tell you, she was a boring lay. How would you rate her,Pierrot?”

With a battle-cry, he charged forward like a vicious dog. It was futile. Antoine had no weapons, but for the sake of it, I let him swing at me.

He hooked my jaw and my head whipped to the side.

Then I grabbed Antoine and nearly crushed his throat with my bare hands. He struggled, eyes bulging out of their sockets like a squeeze toy, and clawed at my forearms.

I liked seeing the life drain out of him.

A crazed grin curved my lips and I chuckled, the sound bordering on lunacy.

I hauled Antoine onto the bed and Ben stepped out of the shadows. He tied Antoine’s wriggling limbs to the four corners while I pummeled the traitor’s face with my fist over and over again.

My mind played every derogatory thing he’d said about my wife, fueling my wrath.

She looks good in red…

Doesshe screw like a porn star?

What’s so specialabout her that other women could not compare?

I wouldhave fucked her tight ass by now, stretched her realfucking good with my dick.

Then I would let myfriends rape all her holes until she cried like alittle bitch. Maybe even videotaped it for Mayor Hill…

Antoine choked on his blood as I mauled his face. “You swore your allegiance to the De la Croixes.”Thwack. “Loyalty.”Thwack. “Devotion.”Thwack. “Honour.”Thwack. “But you broke your oath the minute you went after me—after my wife.”Thwack. “I loathe when people touch what’s mine.”

My guttural words were accompanied by two of his teeth falling out.

“You talk about…loyalty…honour,” he wheezed, tears streaming down his face. “But you touched and hurt what belonged to me first—my Violette.”

And he tried to hurtmyDarla in return.

Any man who dared to raise a finger in my wife’s direction would never be allowed to walk this earth unscathed.

I cracked my battered knuckles, coated red with his punishment. “Violette used to get on her knees and spread her cheeks apart twice a week so I could fuck her hard,” I goaded, spitting in his direction. “And she liked it, Antoine.” I grabbed his hair and yanked. “She. Fucking. Liked. It.”

“Fuck you, Zeno!” he roared, as though the thought of me fucking his sister made him physically ill.

Ben threw me a knife and went back to being an audience member rather than an active participant. He knew I preferred to execute my kills solo style.

“No, thank you. One Toussaint sibling was enough for me, and I’m not into your kind of ménage.” I circled his nipple with the tip of my knife. “You should have never returned to Montardor. You should have known that I would find you and kill you,traitre.”

“I’ve wanted to kill you for months now,” Antoine bit out. His entire face was a grotesque mask of blood and sweat. “It’s the only thing that’s kept me going.”