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While I was envisioning her luscious body, a rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. Well, well. If a storm was on the way, that could definitely help.
So I waited a little while longer until the wind began to whip through the trees. Maybe fifteen minutes later, I returned to the window, pushing my body through the opening. The drop was easy and within seconds, I had my bearings. With the flashlight in hand, the knife in my pocket, I plastered a smile on my face.
It was good to be hunting again. I’d missed it more than I’d thought possible.
Instead of making my way to the forest, I headed for the vineyards. There was no music, no longer any lights peeking through the trees. I was stealthy in my movements, although most were disguised by the more frequent rumbles of thunder.
The trek through the vineyard finally gave way to a clearing and with a flash of lightning, I was able to see several buildings in the distance. I crept closer, constantly scanning the perimeter. There was no one the wiser. With any luck, the man had consumed a little too much alcohol.
Less than five minutes later, I recognized the man’s truck. He’d walked to the party. Good for him.
There were no lights on in the house.
Let’s see what I could do.
I’d often found it fascinating the amount of arrogance in some men, especially those involved in criminal activity. They truly believed not only were they above the law but also that no one would dare challenge their authority.
Men like Marco were considered utter trash in my organization. They were so self-centered they were a clear weakness. I’d killed men like him because of their level of stupidity.
That’s why I’d easily managed to get into his house without any issue. No security alarms. No barking dogs. Nothing.
With the house still empty, I’d need to wait a little longer, but the location held a plethora of weapons, also found easily. I remained in the kitchen in the dark, my thoughts drifting to how I wanted to handle Rafaela’s father.
He deserved to taste a bit of my wrath.
The wind was picking up in intensity, enough that I almost didn’t hear the jingle of the keys at the front door.
I remained where I was, which was sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the room. As expected, he headed toward the kitchen, even doing me a little favor of opening the refrigerator door, bending over and peering inside.
I’d gotten much better at perfecting my patience, so I allowed him to make the first move. I was glad to see I hadn’t lost my touch.
His entire body stiffened.
He made the mistake of reaching for his weapon.
And he laughed, which was what pushed me to my limit.
He’d just managed to get the words out of his mouth when I was on him, wrapping my arm high around his throat and squeezing. I easily knocked the weapon from his hand with the other. The technique was immediate, his air supply cut off. I might have killed him instantly had I not heard the words.
“Non vedo l’ora di assaggiare la piccola sgualdrina che desideri.”
I can’t wait to taste the little slut you covet.
That pissed me off more than just about anything the asshole could say. He didn’t think I had any understanding of Italian. As he wheezed, bubbles floating from his mouth, I whispered my response in his ear.
“Indovina un po’? Ho avuto il piacere e ora lei mi appartiene. Ma non preoccuparti. Sono certa che troverai un demone perverso all’Inferno.”
Guess what? I had the pleasure and she now belongs to me. But don’t worry. I’m certain you’ll find a kinky demon in hell.
I was certain he was still getting over the shock of what I’d said when I pressed the tip of my little healer’s blade against his jugular. With the anger level tensing my muscles, my technique was a little off, but very deep.
She was right; the blade was sharp, so much so that for a second there was a pause. Then the blood, thick and impossibly dark spurted out across the front and inside the refrigerator. A relentless hot torrent that provided a dazzling display of artistry.
His gurgled response was like sweet music and only when I felt his life slipping away did I drop him like a rock.
With a single step backwards, I took a deep breath before moving to the sink. I was back in the business of killing and wasn’t finished just yet.
CHAPTER 13
