The Unholy Bride: In God's Name, I Kill

Chapter 20: Two Steps Down

Enzo's POV:

I just got off work and have been calling my wife for almost ten minutes now because we agreed to have a dinner date tonight, but she wasn't answering. It was not like her because she always answers my call the second it rings, but I decided to ignore it, thinking she might still be at work.

Shrugging, I started the engine of my car and was ready to drive off, but my hands froze when I felt a buzz in my pocket, so I reached in and pulled out my phone.

ActofKindness sent you an email.

My brows furrowed as I checked the notification, but I clicked on it anyway. While waiting for it to load, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel and absently hummed a tune, only for it to die the moment the email fully opened—revealing photographs and a video I never imagined could exist. My hands trembled as a rush of blood roared in my ears, my chest tightening with each shallow breath. Still, I forced myself to click on the only one video in the file, needing to confirm if what I was seeing was real.

"Fuck!" I punched the steering wheel, my fist closing tightly on my phone as my wife's getting fucked on the video, her loud moaning drilling my head.

Without thinking, I slammed my phone against the windshield and floored the accelerator, pushing my car to its limit as my heartbeat thundered in sync with the engine. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears began to sting, but before I knew it, I found myself punching the steering wheel, shouting the raw release of the excruciating pain darkening my thoughts. It was in a chaotic blur; the only thing I could focus on was reaching the mansion, desperate to release the storm raging in my chest.

"Fuck! Fuck you!" I shouted, honking and crashing into every vehicle that tried to get in my way, until I finally arrived at the mansion, where I didn't waste a second jumping out of my car with a gun in hand, each stride heavy and hurried.

My eyes frantically searched every corner of the mansion, hoping to find Mason so I could blow his head off first. Even the mere thought of him threatened to unleash the volcano of rage within me, making me clench my jaw and tighten my grip on the gun.

"Cath!?" I shouted, calling for my wife, who didn't answer, even though I knew she was here because I had seen her car parked beside Mason's outside, so they must be together right now. I scoffed and scratched my temple with the tip of my gun, the realization pushing the last bit of patience I had left. It was my damn last straw.

Dragging a deep breath, I cracked my neck and sprinted up the stairs to the third floor, my focus locked on the last door to the left, which I kicked open with all my strength, knocking it down. The sound of the impact thundered, startling the animals, including the two naked on my bed. They both jumped, as if their souls left their bodies for a second.

"Enzo!" my wife exclaimed, grabbing a sheet to cover herself and tried to stand up to explain herself, but she crumpled to the floor when I raised my hand and pulled the trigger, sending her lover to the floor beside her, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.

Her scream pierced the air, high-pitched and deafening, but it was nothing compared to the sound of my gunshots as I pulled the trigger again and again, each bullet ripping through Mason's body. I didn't stop shooting until his chest gave one final, desperate rise for breath, and his face became a mangled, unrecognizable mess.

Lowering my gun, the smoke billowed from its muzzle and the sharp smell of gunpowder lingered in the air. I stared at my wife, whose tear-streaked face was splashed with blood as she gazed blankly at the dead man in front of her, her whole body trembling. Shaking her head, she slowly lifted her chin to meet my eyes—hers glistening with tears and regret, but that was already too late for her. I don't accept apologies anymore. When she opened her mouth, it was the same time the mouth of my gun fired.