These are the men I know for certain stuck their dicks in a body that is mine, and it doesn’t matter what theyknew. They will all be dead. That’s the way it goes.
Blood for blood.
Or in this case blood for cum.
Just a quick nut to bust in a random girl…?
Right. If only.
We’ve already taken out Soto and Reyes. Casualties of the battle, and all. Though my men were instructed to leave them alive, so that I could exactmyrevenge. Which I did, with Angel’sfamily heirloom, the butterfly knife. I gutted them both, then we threw them into the ocean to feed the sharks.
Unfortunately, that prick Linetti has been harder to get. He’s working lookout for Velle’s battalion, meaning he hasn’t been on the ground with the rest of them and my snipers haven’t been able to pin him down.Slippery fuck.
But I’ll get him.Mark my fucking words.
Nestor here is taking the brunt, being that he was my personal security. He was much closer to me than the guards, as someone who’s worked with me since almost the start.
It fills me with such wrath, I have to stop and gulp for air.
“Fucking puta sucia,” I spit on him, sitting back with a breath.
I swipe my forehead with my hand, smearing more blood on my face, no doubt. I’m pretty sure Nestor is dead.But I’m not done.
Standing on shaky legs, I still hear that ringing in my ears as I wander over to the cache of tools we have set up in preparation for Lemuel’s arrival. As soon as I’m done with ol’ Nestor here, the plan is to bring Dr. Love down and begin torturing him, in hopes young Felix Darcey will get word and come to the rescue.
Doctors Johansson and Hassan will work their sadistic magic, but I plan to invite Trevel to head-up this project. He deserves it, for his loyalty, and his companionship for Byron Kang. He deserves to get his revenge on the doctor who betrayed him, like he was trying to the night of the storm.
Because that’s what Dr. Lemuel Love is, after all. A traitor. A backstabber. Someone I’d actually considered a friend, who turned his back on me the moment he fell in love with my prisoner.
Okay, so he’s butthurt about what Dr. Templeton did when Felix was left alone in my care…I get it. Think what you want, but I would never authorize something like that.
Still, it happened under my nose because I’ve beendistracted.
Excuse me for having too much on my plate to fucking babysit these sick fucks… What with my guard dog running loose and all.
By the time I found out what Templeton had done, The Carver and his doctor had already taken care of it.Fine, great. More power to you.
I couldn’t give two fucks whether these doctors are breathing or rotting in a hole somewhere, which iswhyI don’t mind using them as bait now.
If Felix Darcey shows up and kills Johansson and Hassan, so be it. Cost of business to finally lure than little chiclet out of hiding.
It’ll certainly be one last fuck you to Lemuel, having the doctors he hates so much torturing him. I know, my petty side is showing. But I’m just so worked up over all of this other shit… Taking my frustrations out on other people who have frustrated me is one of my hobbies.
I’ll find Trevel shortly and give him his gift. For now, I’m gettingmyrevenge.
Picking up a machete, I twist it in my fist, looking it over.
This’ll do.
Standing over Nestor’s rumpled form, I suck my teeth. “It’s too bad, really. You were an excellent employee. I certainly trusted you, to an extent…” Sniffing, I shake my head. “That was my bad. You can’t trust anyone these days.” My jaw tics. “It’s for suckers.”
The ache in my chest feels supremely unhealthy. I’m in physicalpainthinking about Angel being here on my island, fucking a bevy of people on my payroll.
Maybe that’s why I haven’t brought it up to him yet… I don’t think there’s a way for me to do so without losing my fucking shit. And we’re already standing on thin ice as it is.
It is only a matter of time before it blows up in my face, but until then, I’ll take it out on the sack of shit who’s partially responsible.
Fuck it, I’m choosing to blame him in full right now.
