“Take your power,” Angelo’s voice is pure temptation wrapped in danger and death.
When I start to push my blade into Romeo, Angelo lends me some of his strength and the blade slides into him before Romeo can stop it. Not like it would have worked.
Romeo’s hands come up and press against where I stabbed him as he jerks back. His eyes are wide and wild as he looks between me and Angelo.
As he falls to the ground, I feel no remorse.
But I also can’t look away from Romeo at my feet.
How long does it take for a man to die?
CHAPTER 16
ANGELO
I pull my woman back into the bathroom as she lets out a strangled sound from the back of her throat. Fuck, I’m so damn proud of her. Her hands are shaking as I pull the blade from her and clean it in the sink before sliding it back into the empty sheath in her hair.
My large hands cup her cheeks and tilt her head until she’s looking into my eyes. The fear that was always lurking there is gone. It’s been replaced by something else, something ancient and deadly.
It’s sexy as fuck.
“I’m so proud of you,” I tell her, my words dripping with sincerity.
“But I just killed your brother,” she rasps the words, her eyes going wide with the realization of what she just did.
“He was going to die,” I promise her. “The only question was whether he died by my hand or yours, along with when and where it happened.”
“You’re not mad?”
The vulnerability written all over her face guts me. I kiss her softly. At first.
But it doesn’t stay soft. It never does when my woman is involved.
“I’m not mad,” I assure her. “What happened was inevitable.”
“What about the party?” She nervously looks back at the door, and I have no doubt she’s thinking about Romeo’s body being just on the other side of it.
But I know it’s being taken care of. There’s a reason I foster the loyalty I do amongst my men. None of them will balk at needing to get my brother’s body cleaned up. I’m sure more than one of them will be relieved.
What Dove hasn’t figured out yet is how my men’s loyalty now extends to her. They would die protecting her. And they sure as fuck will clean up her kill.
Telling her is pointless. She’ll see soon enough.
“Don’t worry about the party,” my voice deepens as my cock throbs in my pants. I can’t help it, all of my woman’s delicious curves are molded against my body. “You are so far above all those people out there; they just don’t realize it yet.” I tilt my head to the side and amend my words, “Well, you’re an equal to Oaklynn, but that’s it.”
As I stare down into Dove’s blue eyes, I can almost see her mind working and going over my words. I have the pleasure of seeing the moment everything clicks into place in her mind.
She transforms right in front of my eyes.
The fear is gone and confidence floods in.
The vulnerability is replaced with armor.
Her spine straightens and the trembles fall away from her body.
“There she is,” I whisper, while awe fills me and threatens to take me to my knees.
She narrows her eyes at me and then asks, as if she can’t help herself, “You’re sure you’re not mad?”
