On light feet, I hasten my pace up behind him until I am right behind him.
Before he can even know what is happening, my hand is already covering his mouth to muffle his shout of surprise. With the other hand, a knife, very similar to the one he still holds in his hand is pressed against his throat.
I keep my eye on Valentina as I disappear again back into the shadows.
I hate the thought of leaving my girl vulnerable but I know that she will be fine. She has a fire in her eye that I know won’t let her down if she really needs it.
The darkness of the alleyway surrounds us as I drag the struggling man. He tries to break out of my hold but I keep a hold of him.
My anger has given me a strength that I didn’t know that I possessed.
“What did you think you were going to do, huh? You were going to sneak up behind that girl and rob her, weren't you? Steal her hard earned cash that she is going to use to feed her baby.”
The guy's head bounces off the brick wall that I slam him up against. He shouts in pain but I don’t give him any sympathy.
No, I laugh like a fucking psychopath.
“See, the thing you should have known is that woman ismine,”I growl, tightening my grip on his shoulders.
He whimpers like the pussy ass bitch I know that he is.
I chuckle darkly as I step in further into him.
“Not so tough now are you,segaiolo.”
It gives me some kind of sick satisfaction calling thisscemoan Italian curse. It's childish and ridiculously petty but I don’t care.
Pulling my blade from his neck, I slowly begin to drag the sharp tip over his scruffy jacket. I can almost hear the way his heart is trying to beat out of his chest. His body shakes beneath my hold like he is some kind of small whimpering dog.
It's pitiful.
Even more so when I get a whiff of this scent; rotting flesh.
It's appropriate, considering he will soon be rotting six feet under.
Although, now that I give it thought, maybe his death needs to be a little bit more … creative.
Deciding to go with the latter option, I pull my cell out of my pocket and dial one of the higher up soldiers.
Only minutes pass before the sound of one of our vans pulls up out the front of the street.
I turn back towards the Alpha, plastering a sinister smile on my face. “It's play time,testa de cazzo.”
The dank scent of the torture room penetrates my senses. The rich copper scent of blood and tang of piss is almost unbearable but I put up with it anyway.
It makes it easier to know I am about to exact my first lot of karma for my girl.
It’s my first time doing this so the nerves are feeling a little bit real.
I need to do this right. This piece of shit needs to feel the hurt he planned on donning on mydolce ciligera.
She may never know what I have done for her tonight, but I need to make sure it’s done properly. I can’t let her down.
My dark chuckle reverberates off the walls of the room. The man’s body tenses before he starts struggling. There is no use in him pulling against his restraints. He will die where he hangs.
I plan on having a little fun while I am at it.
“Not so tough now are you?”
