Page 95 of By Blade, I Love
He was either too angry to register it, or he really felt nothing because he kept going without a pause. He even unexpectedlygrabbed me by the shirt and slammed his head into mine again just to throw me off.
It hurt like a fucking bitch, but I didn’t waste the opportunity of his proximity. I stabbed the blade deep into his chest over his heart and twisted before I yanked it back out again. He took that opportunity to punch me hard in the face.
I flew back at his hit and hit the floor, blood immediately bursting from my nose.
“Do you still think you’re winning?” he screamed.
I’d stabbed that asshole in the heart, but he still didn’t stop. The fatigue hit me in that moment, but I growled as I got to my feet, my knife still in my grasp and my head spinning.
Blood soaked into his chest from the gash in his chest, but he looked completely unaffected by it.
Perhaps that knife hadn’t been deep enough to hit him in the heart.
“You’ve got the upper hand, Wolfe,” Don Russo said from behind me. “Use it.”
I changed the grip on my knife and started to circle him again.
“You look like a kid with a toy,” Icarus said in an attempt to provoke me. “Make sure you don’t run with it like a pair of scissors.” He clicked his tongue a couple of times as he shook his head. “Isn’t this fun, Wolfe?” He spread his arms wide, blood soaked into his chest. “I’ve never felt more alive. What about you?—”
I took the shot and threw the knife across the ten-foot gap between us.
He stilled when the blade landed, impaling him in the chest just inches above where I’d stabbed him a moment ago. He remained standing, and his eyes narrowed on my face while his nostrils flared.
Why won’t this asshole die?
He grabbed the hilt and clenched his jaw as he yanked it out, another flood of blood pouring down. Then he tossed it in the air and caught it by the hilt. “Nice shot, Wolfe.”
I’d gambled and lost.
He grinned widely as he came for me again, mania in his eyes, taking in the pleasure of my death before he actually killed me.
I steadied myself, prepared to kill him with my bare fists before letting that knife take me.
The gleeful rage suddenly left his eyes, and in a split second, his tinted skin appeared pale…and then he collapsed. He hit the floor face first, breaking his nose with an audible crunch, and dropping his knife in the process.
He went still and didn’t move again.
The blood continued to pool around him. His chest didn’t rise with another breath.
I guessed his injuries finally caught up to him.
Francesca stood behind me and dabbed an alcohol pad on my cut to clean it. With every touch, it burned, but I didn’t make a sound or show weakness. “The cut is shallow enough that youdon’t need stitches.” She started to bandage me up, applying a line of gauze in sections of the cut and taping it into place.
I couldn’t see her, but I knew her face was pale and her eyes were empty. “Like old times, huh?”
She didn’t release a quiet chuckle, just continued to work until the last part of the cut was dressed.
I turned around to face her and took a seat in the chair. That way, it would be easier for her to take care of my nose.
Her fingers gently pressed into my face to feel the bone. “You’ve got a break, but it feels pretty minor. Should heal on its own. We’ll get some ice on it.”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry, did you think it was optional?” she spat.
Despite the pain and fatigue, a grin filled my lips. “Yes, boss.”
“Donotcall me that today. Not in the mood.” She cleaned the blood from my face then tossed the blood-soaked rag on the table. She cleaned her hands with an alcohol wipe before she dug her fingers into my hair then tipped my head back to kiss me. And she didn’t just kiss me, but she kissed me good. It was as if we were alone together, her gripping my hair, her tongue in my mouth.
