I loved it.
I lovedher.
My goddess Nemesis, the Bonnie to my Clyde, the gun moll to my gangster.
She never had to doubt my devotion. No matter the time or day, I’d always deliver on my promise to protect and fight for her.
“I think,” Ella whispered in my ear. “That you should show him why no one messes with you, Killian.”
Translation: she wanted me to kill him. Good. I would have done it regardless, but I liked knowing she was on board with the idea.
All notions that she may not fit into my life after learning about my family business were smashed to smithereens years ago. This girl truly was the other half of me.
Anarchy, dark excitement, and now sweet revenge joined the mixture of tonight’s concoction. It swirled in the air, feeding the sanguinary fires raging in my soul.
“Your wish is my command.” We shared a grin and she kissed me openly in front of Kian, making sure to flick her tongue against mine in a bold display.
Kian, having now understood that death was the onlyoutcome, started screaming for mercy with renewed energy.
I sighed, annoyed with him. “All right, sweetheart, which hand did he use to touch you?”
“The left one.”
“Then that’s the one I’ll start with.”
Kyan was squirming like a fish out of water, bellowing as I neared him, knife in hand. “No, no, noooooooo!”
“Aww, poor little Kian.” Ella pouted, cocking her head. “Are you scared?”
“Shut the fuck up, you psychotic bitch!”
My nostrils flared. No one was allowed to call her a bitch.
Before I could shove my knife in his jugular and end the torture session early, Ella grinned deviously and picked up the discarded baseball bat.
I watched in fascination as she swung it high and thwacked Kian across the face.
The chains holding his body ratted loudly as he was whipped to the ground in a heap of groans. Blood arched out of his mouth and sploshed across the white canvas, adding another stroke to the unholy masterpiece.
“Talk dirty to me, Kian,” Ella growled playfully, fisting his hair and jerking up his head. “I fucking like it.”
His lips slackened, a mixture of incoherent threats and curses coming out of him.
“What’s that, Kian? You want another hit?” She introduced her six-inch stilettos against his jaw with a feisty kick. “My fucking pleasure,cutie.”
More blood. More cries. More begging as his body recoiled back from being smacked like a whack-a-mole game.
“That’s my girl,” I praised warmly. “Give him hell.”
Ella struck him a few more times. I let her get it off her chest. She earned it, after all. My only regret was not having a glass of whiskey to accompany the show. Pride and joy coalesced in mysystem at witnessing her in her avenging glory. What a fucking stunner.
I was clearly the luckiest man on earth.
With a huff, Ella dropped the baseball bat and stared down at Kian’s limp body, fighting for his breaths.
It was a fitting end for a thief and assaulter.
“My body is a temple.” She pressed her foot against his throat, holding him to the ground while he whined like a battered dog. “You do not lay your hands on me without permission, let alone shove your fingers in places they don’t belong.” The heel of her stiletto pierced his skin as she dug deeper. “Women are not puppets for you to use as you please, you nasty bastard. Let this be your final lesson, Kian: hell hath no fury…like a wrathful queen.”
