Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I can’t stand the stillness.
“How is Adelaide?” Leo asked.
That was too much.
Slamming my fist into his stomach, he immediately bent forward. I grab a fistful of his hair and lift him up. “Let’s be clear right now, you are only alive right now because I know she will be upset if she thought for a second her actions got you killed. You should have known better, and my patience has already been tested today. Do not test it again. I’m not in the mood.” This is an understatement.
I let Leo go, and he has no choice but to pull himself together.
Terrance and Leo get in the car, knowing not to question me as I climb behind the wheel.
My hands are no longer covered in Adelaide’s blood, but as I put them on the ignition, I remember the sight of it. I’d stood in the bathroom while Ivan supervised as I scrubbed at my hands. The pristine white sink, soaking red as I cleaned the mess off my hands.
“I … I’m so cold.” The fear on her face. She’d gripped my shirt, as if she was begging me to warm her up.
Pulling out of the hospital, I get on the road, navigating the traffic. Nothing distracts me. All I see is Adelaide jerking. The scene plays over and over in my head, on replay. The red dot. The indication that she’s a marked target. The speed with which everything happened. Feeling her in my arms, shaking, in pain, so cold.
When I arrive at the abandoned warehouse where the shooter is kept, my anger has reached a whole other level. I want one thing, and that is for my hands to be soaked in his blood. Without waiting for Leo or Terrance, I ignore the men waiting at the door, keeping guard.
The moment I step inside, I see him. The weapon he used is laying on a table, along with several other implements of torture. Rage consumes me. I don’t think straight.
The moment he looks at me, I see Adelaide, her smiling face flashing through my mind, mixing with the stillness of her body. The doctor’s voice telling me the baby we’d made together didn’t make it.
I step toward him, and the smug look on his face is too much. I slammed my fist against his face, hit him five times, and I think I took him by surprise.
At one point, he gasps as I step away. My knuckles have cracked, but I don’t care. I force myself to step away.
“Who do you work for?” I asked.
“I … I…”
He’s taking too long, so I do no more than grab the nearest weapon, which happens to be a screwdriver, and slam it into his leg. His screams fill the warehouse. I’m not done. Pulling it out, I plunge it into the second leg.
My patience is not the best, especially as I have Adelaide’s voice going around my head like a constant record on repeat.
“I … I’m so cold.”
“I … I’m so cold.”
I can’t stand it. Those cannot be the last words I hear from her.
I pull the screwdriver out, even as he’s cursing and screaming. This is not my first torture. I’d perfected the art many years ago. I had taken training from a corrupt doctor, in order to find the best way to keep men and woman alive, while I brought them as much pain as humanly possible.
My years on this earth had taught me many things, but the most important was to never be shocked by the utter cruelty of humankind. I should know. I’m taking great pleasure in his screams as I plunge the screwdriver in his shoulder.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“I … I’m so cold.”
Pulling the screwdriver out of his chest, I drop it to the floor and reach for his gun. “Who sent you?” I asked, seeing the safety off and the gun loaded for more rounds.
I press for the red dot to appear, and it’s there, right on his chest.
Adelaide’s chest flitters through my mind. Her smile. I see her naked beneath me, taking my cock, and then the fear in her eyes, along with the pain. So much fucking pain.
Dropping the red dot to his crotch, I fire, and take out his dick. One shot, and he’s screaming in pain. It’s not like he’s ever going to use it again. He won’t be leaving this warehouse alive. All I want is a name.
I’m expecting Demon, or Oleg. That fucker might know we’re onto him. The mafia has been quiet. Could it be them? Who would go after my wife?
The hit man is good, I’ll give him that, but he’s not as good as me, and I’m just getting started. Pliers are next, and Leo, being the suck-up he currently is, holds my hit man in place while I manage to remove three teeth, pretty solid as well, but that must be the final straw for this man, because he gives me a name I wasn’t expecting.