How am I expected to win this war, regain control of my island and operate this global crime business while also sustaining some kind of relationship with the person whose life’s mission is to kill me?
How can I make my little bird happy when I have to keep him locked in a cage?
This level of distraction is dangerous. And this lack of control is making me itch. I can feel the fury spreading within me like decay.
I need to relieve some of this angst. And since I won’t be getting any stress relief from my pajarito any time soon, maybe it’s time I paid a visit to myotherprisoner.
Jumping up, I’m on an immediate mission, stalking downstairs to the first-floor, and then down again, into the dungeon.The tombs,as we call my basement, is designed like a root cellar of sorts, though the storage of food and supplies is only one small area. The rest is for adifferentkind of storage… reminiscent of Alabaster Penitentiary.
Coming around the corner, I spot the form slumped over and chained to the wall. An immense sense of satisfaction washes over me as I crack my knuckles, striding up to him.
My former employee startles awake when he hears me, peeking up with fear bugging his swollen eyes. His face is a smattering of black and blue, crusted blood and snot. He looks like shit.Terrifiedshit, at that.
It pleases meoh so much.
“Hi, Nestor,” I sing pleasantly, towering over him while he trembles, my lips forming a faux-pout. “How are you feeling?”
“P-please…” he croaks, shaking violently, flinching when I crouch down to put us face to face. “Sir, please… I’m s—”
“Sorry?” I finish his sentiment. The same one he’s been expressing since I lured him down here the other day and smashed him in the face with a brick. “I’m sure you are…”
“But I didn’t know…” He cries, trying to scoot away, though he’s backed up against the wall. “I swear toGod, I didn’t know who she was! She was just some girl—”
I grab him quick by the face, and he whines. “Cuidadoso, amigo. Treadextremelylightly with what you’re about to say.”
“It w-was an accident,” he sobs. “She came ontome, I swear…”
Dropping my chin, my eyes fall shut. “Oh,wow…”
I suck in a deep breath and stand, launching a swift kick to his face.
A snarl erupts from my chest, echoing as I kick him and kick him, dropping to my knees to beat the absolute ever-lovingfuckout of this stupid fuckingputa, for having the nerve to tell memypajarito seducedhim.
I don’t give a fuck if it’s probably true. I’m sure Arianna had an agenda, and knew fucking a member of my personal security would get her more access to the mansion, or the prison. The point is, I don’tcarewhat the reasons are, and I sure as shit don’t fucking care whose fault it was.
I’m going to beat him to death for the mere fact that he touched what’s mine. Whether he knew it or not is irrelevant. I simplycannotlet this go.
I can’t have people sharing my air, let aloneworkingfor me, who have engaged withmyAngel, meaning I won’t stop until every last tiny prick on this island who screwed Ari the mystery girl is decapitated by my hands.
“Fuck you,” I growl, breathless and dripping with blood. “Fuck you fuck youfuck you!”
My fists are somehow numb and throbbing at the same time, the sounds of crunching and wet mashing beneath my rage fading off into a ringing in my ears.
I can’t hear it, but I can still see it…
The video footage I saw, ofArianna, fucking and sucking. Being spread around like a common whore; like a slutty little bird, when in truth, she belongs explicitly tome.
When I discovered that the intruder was Angel, I found recorded evidence of what he’d been doing as Arianna. He wasn’t just seeking me out to kill me. No, hisvengeancewas much more devious.
He had to know I’d find out about this. He had to know what I would do…
Soto.
Reyes.
Linetti.
And Nestor.
