Hell freeze over when a forever bond was damned upon his head. Relationship and women in general were the last things on his mind. Interaction between humans wasn't his cup of tea let alone getting tied to someone for the rest of his life.
Eden Sal...
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Eden Salvatore
I stared at my bloodied hand and stained shirt. They shouldn't have messed with me. Thane tied each men to their chair while I tortured the answer out of their leader. The bastard didn't budge. I kicked his stomach sending his chair to the ground making a loud thud. I watched as his blood oozed out of his mouth like waterfall. He deserved it, he had it coming. I kept chanting inside my head.
" Bring the next one. " I muttered and Thane pushed another chair toward me.
" Who sent you? " I asked, wiping my blade with a small handkerchief.
" Fuck off. " that was all I needed to plunged the blade into his left eyes.
I picked up another knife from the table, sighing in boredom as he cried in pain struggling to get out of the rope. I threw the knife again, only this time it stuck in his shoulder. I stalked toward him, he had his eye trained on me when I pulled the blade out of his other eye. The man let out a whimper as I ran the bloodied blade down his face to his throat, gently pressing it into his flesh drawing out blood.
" I asked you a question. Tell me who are you working with? " I hummed, slitting skin.
" I would rather die than tell you. " he hissed.
" Okay. " I stabbed the blade into his throat until I heard the veins inside his neck snapping apart and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
I nodded my head at Thane and he pushed in another chair. I focused on the smirk playing across his lips as he leaned forward from his chair liked he wanted to tell me the most funniest story he knew. I crossed my arms over my chest urging him to start talking.
" Your wife is a fuckable little thing, isn't she? Shame she has to die. "
I cocked an eyebrow at him daring the bastard to utter another word about her. I might not like her but at the end of the day she was my fucking wife and no one messed with her. I would not tolerate such disrespect toward a woman. My mother taught me better. I knew better.
I pushed the tools table toward him. Grabbing his hand, I slammed it on the table and crashed his bones with a hammer. He screamed in pain but I wanted more blood. I swung the hammer across his face, no doubt breaking his jaw as a cracking sound hit my ears. The fucker deserved it.
" Another word about my wife and you're dead. " I warned.
" She has a reputation of a slut. Did you know she slept with half of London. I bet she's a dirty whore in bed. " he chuckled, spitting out blood.
Sighed in annoyance, I punched the smirk off of his sorry excuse of a face, sending his head back. The bastard took a second hissing in pain before looking back at me in the eyes. Wrong fucking move. I punched him again and again until I felt the flesh of knuckles breaking apart. Thane pulled away and I shook him off.
