I didn’t have any friends, and my family tried to keep our communication to a minimum, so I had no idea who the unwelcome guest might be.
“You know.” I rolled the body beneath me with the tip of my boot so it landed face up, so I could look him in the eye when I spoke. “This whole situation is as uncomfortable for me as it is for you. You think Ilikedoing this? No. And you’re gonna be a bitch to clean up.”
My little spitfire didn’t normally put the lives of nameless assholes at risk for an orgasm. Not since she realized I was killing them. Something must’ve veered her off track. That incident at Gennaro’s baptism, maybe. Nothing awakened carnal urges quite like staring death in the eye. If only she’d asked, I’d have given it to her; I’d fuck her for hours, drawing out her pleasure until she couldn’t walk straight anymore.
All she had to do was say the word. I’d have helped. I was a nice guy like that.
How did she manage to sneak this fuckboy into her apartment, anyway? I had three soldiers surveilling her ass at any given moment.
No matter. It wasn’t like the prick was going to be missed.
Hamish Upton was an Ibiza-based, English DJ on a sabbatical. No family. Only a handful of friends. By the time someone realized he was missing, he’d be thoroughly digested by the hogs to which I would soon feed his remains.
I didn’t have to make their deaths so violent and long, but I did it anyway. Because they always hurt her. A bruise here, a black eye there. All with consent, but consent meant little when you preyed on someone broken.
No one was allowed to hurt Tierney Callaghan.
No one but me.
The ringing ceased, and a sharp knock on the door sounded. I flicked the cigarette to the floor, crushing it with my boot. My place was normally pristine, but I let it go a little after I found out Tierney had hooked up with some rando.
And by a little, I mean a lot.
And by a lot, I mean I should probably look for another apartment and torch the entire building. Maybe even the neighborhood. The blood from carving Upton’s body seeped into the cracks between the marble slabs and soaked the walls.
I’d killed him and brought him back through CPR three times to prolong his death before I bled him out. But once I did, I really drained him good. The place was a mess.
Honestly? So was I.
You should’ve given up after Angelo, Little Flame.
My unexpected guest decided to kick down the door with a loud bang. Good call. I wasn’t going to answer. I grabbed a disinfecting wipe and ran it over my bloodstained hands as I calmly made my way from my office to the living room.
Luca, my older brother, the heir apparent, and the Dick of Monte Cuntsto, stood in the foyer.
“What, pray tell, thefuck?”
He wore black slacks and a matching turtleneck, both Prada. Good-looking guy. Shame about the sodium-free rice personality. He was a fine man, Luca. Pragmatic, ambitious, and devilishly smart.
Unfortunately, his lack of personality and emotions made Dad really uneasy about handing him the keys to the kingdom.
Unfortunately forhim, that is. Not for me.
“Got caught up in something.” I disposed of the bloodied wipe in the trash of the open-plan kitchen, dumping beans into the grinder of my coffeemaker. “Coffee?”
Luca shook his head. “We don’t have time. Dad set up an emergency meeting.”
“Did he now?” I pushed a carafe into the coffee machine. “Who died?”
“I was just about to ask.” Luca sniffed the air, scowling. He followed the foul smell into my office, returned after a few moments to the kitchen, kneading his eyelids with the pads of his fingers.
“Oh my fucking God.”
“Somebody called my name?” Enzo swaggered into my apartment on cue, stepping over the unhinged door on the floor, unperturbed. He wore a nude, ribbed polo shirt, slim-fit chinos, and those stupid sneakers that came looking battered and old and still cost a grand. Pretentious little shit.
My baby brother stopped in front of a mirror on the wall, rearranged his already perfect hair, then winked at himself.
Unlike Luca, Enzodidhave a personality. It was an annoying one, but at least he had it. He was the sunny golden retriever of the family. An outgoing, friendly, loved-by-all type of guy. Other than his cutting habit, he could almost pass as a normal person.
