A body pressed into me from behind as a blade was brought to my throat. “Maybe I should try you out first, huh? Just to make sure the product is worth it,” the man spat at Collin.
My demon looked back at me, his features calm.
He looked almost bored.
Thathurtme.
Suddenly, I wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore. I wouldnotbe used again.
The days of being scared and weak were over.
With a growl, I lifted my foot and stomped the heel into the man’s foot. The blade fell away, and he howled in pain as I slammed my head back into his face, ignoring the pain that followed. Once I was out of his grip, my body twisted, and I kneed him in the dick, taking the blade from him and shoving it up into his chest—right in the heart.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” I bellowed, pushing his body back as the faces of those men from years ago flashed before my eyes. I wasn’t killing some random mafia man—I was killingthem. He fell over the back of the bench, and I turned to Collin and Roman, adrenaline pulsing through my body. The majority of the men in this room were already dead. A new form of anger took over me as I marched over to them, taking Collin’s gun. Heletme, his fingers brushing over mine as I pointed the gun to Roman’s chest.
“Talk,” I spat down at the man.
He was silent for a moment, the music being the only thing filling our ears. When the large man started laughing, the fear was now gone from his eyes.
“You let a woman speak for you?” he asked Collin, jerking his thumb at me.
“I speak for myself,” I hissed, pointing the gun at his knee.
My demon stood behind me, his chest touching my back. “Angel,” he murmured, his voice sweet and void of anger. “May I have my gun back please?”
“Not until he talks.”
He chuckled softly, sending warmth throughout my body. I shouldn’t feel like this, not in a room full of dead bodies.
“Very well…proceed,” he said, waving his hand carelessly.
“Tell us everything,” I ordered, keeping my eyes on the man in front of me.
Roman looked at me, sneering, his eyes looking me up and down like I was shit underneath his thousand-dollar shoes. I smirked, pressing the gun into his crotch. “You can look at me like that all you want. You can say what you want. Nothing that comes out of that pathetic mouth will hurt my feelings, little boy. I've heard it all,” I said sweetly, venom coating my voice.
He chuckled. “Stevens, you need to get your woman in line.”
“Last chance, tell us about the rings,” I pressed, ignoring him.
“You are nothing but a worthless little whore, a warm hole for men like me.”
I sighed and stood back up.
“You won’t do anything to me. You don’t know how to kill; you don’t even know how to use a gun.” His eyes dropped to the weapon before looking back at me
I smiled sweetly at him. “You probably don’t know how to use your dick, which is why you choose hurt women because God knows you couldn’t get one to sleep with you willingly,” I said before yanking the gun back and firing it.
Straight. Into. His. Kneecap.
Collin was silent beside me, but I felt his eyes—those cold, icy eyes. I simply stared down at the man who was now crying out in pain.
“Talk.”
“You—yoouu fuckking bitch—ahh!”
Collin moved, and I saw a flash of silver. I looked down to see a small blade sticking out of the man’s shoulder. “Insult my woman again and I’ll kill your brother,” he growled.
I had a gut feeling his brother was the young boy who fled the scene a few minutes ago, and when the blood drained from Roman’s face as he looked up at my demon, I also knew Collin wasn’t bluffing. It felt nice to be protected and stood up for. I'd had to do that on my own for a long time…
