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The fucker’s chin wobbled and he started crying, his eyes twitching with terror. He started pleading, but I tuned him out. There was no amount of begging that would spare his life.

His face was a bloody mess. I gripped his throat and jerked him up, along with his chair and choked him. Slicing the rope that bound him, the chair fell with a loud thud, then I threw him through the air. He smashed against the wall, then dropped to the ground. The room was filled with his agonizing screams.

His eyes darted to Priest who leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets. He looked bored as fuck. I took five steps towards him and knelt in front of him. Priest joined, that crazy and unhinged look in his eyes focused on the fucker that whimpered in front of us.

“You’re dead already,” Priest announced, his voice bored. “You were the moment I read you your rites.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” the fucker screamed. “Both of you. I barely even touched the girl’s ass.”

That was when I lost my shit. I jerked down his pants and brought my knife down to his cock. My lip curled with disgust scenting his piss and cheap cologne.

I brought my face close to his, smiling harshly. “You have no idea how fucking crazy I am.”

I pushed my knife deeper into his groin, then I brought it to his cock and sliced through the soft flesh. His screams were high-pitched, the fucker gurgling in his own spit and blood pooling around him.

I stood up, his cock discarded in the pool of blood and the fucker twitching in his own vomit and sea of blood around him.

“Now I have to shower again,” I growled, my darkness and brutality simmering under my skin.

“And you callmea sick motherfucker,” Priest grinned stupidly.

CHAPTER19

Basilio

Ileaned back in the seat and stretched my legs, enjoying the view of my driver.

Wynter was behind the wheel of Priest’s Jeep. Unlike her own, this one was all fancied up. She didn’t care for the fancy, but I convinced her to drive. The top was down and so were the doors, and wind whipped her curls around her face that she was unable to tuck into her pink baseball hat.

She glanced over, the big grin on her face. “I’m starting to think you brought me along to be your chauffeur.”

She didn’t know that I rarely sat in the car with anyone if it wasn’t me driving. It ensured I was in control and most people were shit drivers.

“That and some other things,” I drawled.

She instantly blushed and I chuckled. I honestly never thought a blush could get me so hard. After another shower last night, I crawled into bed with Wynter and for the first time in my life, I slept in the same bed as a woman. I never trusted anyone beyond my cousins and my sister. When your own mother betrayed you, it was hard to trust people. But last night, listening to her even, calm, and soft breathing, it was the lullaby I hadn’t had the luxury of listening to when I was a kid.

Wynter Star was changing my world. For the better.

I watched her driving, her tiny green shorts having most of her long legs open for viewing, and her pink blouse giving total girly vibes. Girl was seriously obsessed with pink. I didn’t think I’d be able to see the color again without thinking about her.

I watched her through my aviator glasses. She didn’t bother hiding her eyes, and I was glad for it. She flicked a gaze to me, and her eyes roamed down my body.

She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes roamed over me. “I like you outside a three-piece-suit.” I raised a brow, amusement filling me. “It makes you look… younger.”

I chuckled. “I aim to please, principessa.”

She continued nibbling on her lip. “You're gonna wear a bathing suit too, right?”

A deep laugh left me. “Are you trying to take advantage of me?”

She returned the attention to the road but not before I saw her full lips curve into a smile. “Can you blame me?”

Her honesty was refreshing. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be pining after a girl. Certainly not one that had no connections to the underworld. The way she looked at me with her curious and soft expression burned through my skin and sent blood rushing straight to my dick.

“I’m guessing you’ll be wearing a swimsuit too, principessa.”

She grinned. “I am. I got one in the hotel shop. I put it on the room tab.” Her brows knitted as if she was displeased about it. I insisted she put everything on the room tab and buy herself multiple things. “You know that shop could be charged with extortion for how crazy their prices are.”