Adrik
When I claimed her, that was it. I made her mine and betrayed her. She longed for a story that wasn't mine to narrate, so I did the only thing a man like me would-I sent her back. Little did I know the secret she was keeping. The worst of all...
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"Give me my knife." I seethed, ignoring the pleas of the man I would carve into his body.
I'd rolled my sleeves to my elbows, and blood had coated my skin from my three previous victims. Oh, how I wished they were Raffaele, Alessandro and Antonio. Number one was already dead from a headshot from my rifle. It was a mere shot from his fucking silhouette. If those curtains were thicker, I'd destroy the world and everyone who took her away from me.
They failed to protect her! I fucking knew it. No one can but me. Antonio Rossi is on borrowed time, and he doesn't know it. I sent her back not to idle and make friends with the men on the compound, Romeo, but to acquaint and know her fucking father. It seems I'm too much of a good man because Antonio is toying with my time and patience. Now, look. After spending a night in that fucking hospital, she was finally back on the estate. My Giulia reached a hospital in Antonio's care.
"Please, Mr Mikhailov," Abramo begged as I inched toward him with the sharp knife. He was a bloody mess with a leg gone, half of his face burned, and his fingers already shipped to his family. I'm surprised he continued to beg.
"Why did you allow Raffaele to enter that house?" I growled, chest heaving to slaughter the generation before and after him.
"I-I didn't," He cried, annoying the darkness in my soul. I fucking hated men who begged for their life and lied. Useless motherfuckers. "He must have climbed from her window."
"Are you lying to me?" I spoke slowly and darkly through gritted teeth.
Abramo shook his head vigorously. "No." He swallowed audibly. "I have a daughter, please." My knife fell upon his unburned ear and sliced. He screamed, trying to hold the bleeding hole, but I'd trussed his hands when he started getting wise with me.
"Lie to me again, and I'll feed you your eyes."
Slaver ran down his mouth, and his face distorted into something agonising and ugly. "He threatened my family."
"Empty threats, Abramo." I slashed the knife across his chest, and a choked sob escaped his bloody lips. "Did you like her?" I didn't know where that question came from, but it made a grand entrance. "You'd better not fucking lie to me." I hissed.
"S-she is a beautiful woman. Some men on the estate lust after her." He cried, and my body shook with anger. "But I'm married, sir." He was so quick to correct himself that he hadn't realised my knife had come into his eyes. He screamed as the globes that were once there fell out of their socket. "End it! Please."
I raised it against his stomach for extra measure and watched as his guts spilt out of him. "No one should desire Giulia, think of her or touch a hair on her head," I whispered dangerously. "I'll carve their eyes, have their hands and skin them alive." I stood and wiped my bloody knife onto my pants. "Send the body to his family. That mudak won't be getting buried or returning to the soil in this country."
