I knew them.
Russians.
Lower-level pieces of shit from Ivanov.
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled the trigger, killing all three of them as Indigo covered her head and screamed.
I walked past their bodies and leveled my gun at her.
“Why?” I demanded, my voice choked.
She shook, sobbing softly in barely any clothes. Tears streamed down her pale cheeks as I moved closer and pressed my gun to the center of her forehead, my hand shaking.
“Why?” I repeated softly.
“K-Kill me,” she rasped. “Please. Kill me.”
I let out a snarl before stuffing my gun away and dragging her up by her throat.
I gave her a shake, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as the music and lights pulsed around us.
“Did they fuck you?” I asked.
“Why do you care?”
I shook her again, making her cry out.
“DID THEY FUCK YOU?” I shouted.
“N-No.”
“Did you want them to?”
“Yes,” she whispered, more tears leaking from her brilliant blue eyes.
I let out a snarl and shoved her onto the couch before I pulled out a knife and hacked off one of the men’s cock.
She stared wide-eyed at me as I stalked back to her.
“What are you doing?” she screamed as I pushed her onto her back, the man’s severed dick in my hand.
“Giving you what you fucking wanted,” I said, forcing her legs apart as she tried to fight against me.
“No. No! Alessio! Please!” she cried out, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight me off. I had her pinned and the cock at her entrance.
“I want you! I was hurting. I love you,” she wept. “Alessio. Please. I l-love you. And I know you love me too. I know you do! Please. Please, don’t do this to me.”
My body trembled as I stared down at the mess she was.
“Say it again,” I whispered.
“I love you,” she repeated, her bottom lip quivering. “Please. Don’t. Just… tell me you love me too. I-I need you. So much. Please. Put me out of my misery and tell me. I will do anything in this world for you.”
I let the man’s cock slip from my hand before I was on her, my lips crushed against hers.
She was right.
I hated to admit it because it meant my wife wasn’t the center of my world anymore, but she was gone and had been for many years. No sane man would do what I’d just done.
