My fingers ball into a fist again. This time, I imagine them wrapping around her delicate throat while I fuck her mercilessly. On my desk. On the floor. In my bed. Against the wall. Over and over again until those innocent brown eyes flecked with gold start rolling into the back of her head with every thrust.
Fuck.
The sound of Alik’s fists impacting against the D’Ambrosio Made Man snaps me back to present reality, and with it, a fresh clarity dawns.
You see, I’m not pissed off that this man might’ve killed Bella tonight.
I’m pissed off that he might’ve killed her before I had my chance to make her beg me for forgiveness.
"Wrap it up," I say.
Alik looks back at me with an incredulous look on his face. “Now? I just got started working him, Slavochka.”
“We’re done here. He’s not going to tell us anything useful.”
Another string of curses tumbles out of Alik’s mouth. But obedient as ever, he shrugs, draws his pistol, and puts a bullet through the prisoner's skull.
The shot echoes off the concrete walls. Blood and brain matter paint a beautiful abstract pattern across the floor behind the chair. The body slumps, twitches once, goes still.
"Now what?" Alik holsters his weapon.
I check my watch. Just a few more hours until dawn. A few hours until I walk into my office and face a woman who’s been the object of all my twisted fantasies.
A woman who saved my life and whose hands bandaged my wound.
If I really am about to do what I’m going to do, then I need to make sure that I’m targeting the right person.
"I need you to look into someone," I say. “A woman.”
Alik cocks an eyebrow at my request. In all the years that I’ve known him, I have never asked him to investigate a woman before.
“Name?”
"Bella Farnassi.”
A second eyebrow joins the first. “Like Luca Farnassi?”
“The very same.”
“And just what am I supposed to look for?”
Everything,I want to say.Every secret she's buried, every lie she's told, every reason she has to be in my orbit. I want to know what she eats for breakfast and what she looks like when she sleeps and whether she thinks about me when she touches herself at night.
“The exact moment that she became Bella Creminelli.”
Silence descends between us and Alik looks at me like I’ve lost my goddamn mind. And maybe I have. But there’s only one way to find out.
“I have every reason to believe that Ms. Creminelli is Luca’s little sister.” I turn toward the stairs, leaving the body and the blood behind. "You’re going to find out for sure."
“And what will you do if she is?”
I flex my hand again, and I can practically feel both her pulse singing under my fingers and her pussy shuddering around my cock. “I’m going to make her pay for the crime her brother committed against me.”
6
BELLA
"You were rightlast night about Vanessa being a problem," Slava tells me as soon as I enter his office the next morning. "Her father Clayton Ashford is already busy using her death as a way to pull the heat away from his own securities fraud charges."
