Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“K-kash. . .” Gypsy jerked, contorted in agony, and fell back as more bullets ripped through his body. The stench of blood and gunpowder filled my nostrils, coating my tongue, my throat, my soul.
My vision blurred, but I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but keep pulling the trigger.
Gypsy lay dead on the ground.
No more bullets left my guns, but I kept on aiming at his lifeless body and pulling that trigger.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
The door burst off its hinges, crashing against the wall.
In a frenzied rush, Santino raced in. Blood splattered his face. His tuxedo was torn. He wildly gazed at Gypsy’s dead body and then he rushed to me.
That was the moment I dropped my empty guns and fell into his embrace.
He lifted me up, squeezing me hard against his body.
I buried my head into his shoulder and sobbed.
Chapter 14
Vengeance
Santino
I scooped Kash up in my arms and rushed her out of there. Never had I felt so helpless and full of rage.
I should have been there. This never should have happened. There should have been thousands of my men protecting her.
Once I got Kashmere home, I ran the warmest bath for her and bathed her body, whispering promises of love with every gentle stroke of the sponge. Minutes later, I dried her skin, wrapped her in rich red silk pajamas, and carried her to our bed.
There, I lay beside her and held her close until finally, after hours of comforting, she drifted off to sleep in my embrace.
Slowly, I slipped out of bed and made sure Rue and Dane would remain by the door.
Now it is time to kill them all.
Roscoe and Merik met me on the way out of the mansion, armed with guns and ready to kill for what had happened to Kash.
Dima showed up with his people. Marcelo and Lei met up with us on the way back to the bridal shop.
Unfortunately for the Coffin Cheaters, Don Enzo and all the main DeLucas were already in town for my wedding. Gypsy had picked the wrong day to fuck with my queen.
She had been wronged and there would be severe consequences.
A wave of righteous hatred swept through me, igniting my soul with a pure and burning fury. The flames of vengeance licked at my insides, quickly boiling over into an insatiable desire to hurt those who had wronged me. My veins coursed with that fierce energy, and I could feel my hands trembling with anticipation.
Nothing could contain the molten hate surging through my body, and I swore to exact my punishment on whomever had dared cross me.
Vengeance guided the rest of my day, and it was such a beautiful thing, a purity of hate and rage. The need to hurt and kill was a hot ball of molten fury dwelling deep in my chest.
First, we gathered Gypsy’s corpse and his dead biker cronies’ bodies sprawled around the bridal shop, loaded them on helicopters, flew off, and dumped all those corpses into the valley.
Coffin Cheaters shot at the helicopters, but it was waste of bullets.
Next, we poured gasoline across the valley and shot bazookas to ignite the flames. And in that moment, white-hot anger incinerated my moral compass.
Fire ripped through valley, spreading fast and forcing the Coffin Cheaters and their families to flee. Clouds of smoke rose in the air.
Cries of terror echoed through the mountains.
Towards the bottom of the mountains, stone split and rock cracked. Secret tunnels revealed themselves, mysterious pathways that had been carved into the mountainside and hidden with deceptive slices of stone.
We let the women and children race by us and escape.
For the men, bullets rained down from the Diamond Syndicate and the DeLucas. We were a deadly storm, colored in yellow, blue, green, and my family in dark suits.
“All of you go to hell!” I reveled in their fear and pain, sorrow and regret. I laughed as they fell to the ground one by one, spilling blood everywhere.
I roared and shot some more, tasting thick vengeance on my tongue.
A deafening roar filled the air as the Coffin Cheaters were mowed down by our armies.
Everywhere there were scattered and broken bodies, littering the ground.
Meanwhile, fire devoured the valley, incinerating buildings, shacks, and mountainsides until everything was engulfed in a sea of furious flames.
When it was all said and done, every male Coffin Cheater was dead, and the valley was nothing but ash.
But it still wasn’t enough.
I yearned for more revenge, more people to kill.
He hurt her.
My gut churned remembering how broken her spirit was when I found her. Never did I want to see her so devastated again. If that meant killing everyone in this fucking city, I would.
My men turned to me, waiting for the next order.
My blood boiled with rage.
Who else should die today?
Bits of ash stuck to Dima’s skin as he made his way toward me.