He gagged and jerked as I removed the blade and stabbed him again and again. His blood streamed and gushed, so much of it I could taste it on my tongue. The metallic scent fogged the air. It’d linger in my nose for days.
Step three: chop their heads off one by one and watch them bleed.More or less.
When his jerks died, the knife fell off my hand, clinking next to my feet.
Enzio’s glare wandered between Vincenzo’s lifeless face and mine.
“What? Did I finish him too early for you?”
He bent and grabbed his knife. When he straightened, he wiped the blood on his uncle’s body as if it were a rag he’d dispose later. “Why did you do it?”
Apart from the fact that he was the real killer of my husband? “He was lying again, trying to make us think there was another traitor among us when he…” Fury surged in me all over again, and I wished I hadn’t killed him that fast so I’d hear him scream one more time before I stabbed him again. “He was feeding us more lies so we’d always be restless, never finding peace, so you’d kill another innocent person, so it’d never fucking end…” I trailed off, sobbing. “Cosimo was innocent, Enzio. He didn’t betray you.”
An expression I’d never seen on him before darkened his face. Was thatguilt? “I’m sorry.”
Yes. Enzio Lanza felt guilt and remorse. He had to lose his whole family to feel it, but he did feel it. “I know you are.”
“You’re no longer in danger, Bianca. Do you want me to let you and Mario go?”
“Yes.” Steps four and five: get my son out of this miserable life safely and live in fucking peace.
He stepped closer, the knife shining in his hand. “But you know I won’t do it?”
“Yes.”The only way out is in a coffin, principessa.
Cosimo had always said that, and the more I stayed among the Lanzas, the more I believed steps four and five might be a dream that would never come true.
Towering over me, Enzio stared at my lips. My heart stuttered. “What are you gonna do with me?”
His fist suddenly squeezed the back of my hair, and he pushed us until my back slammed into a wall. “I’m gonna make you mine.”
His mouth clashed against mine, kissing me with raw, animalistic hunger, so violent, so scorching, blood filling my mouth and nose. Then he cupped my jaw, smearing my face with the blood of my kill, pinning me to the wall. His knife touched the hem of my dress and ripped it open in one swift move.
I gasped loudly. “Enzio…”
“Yeah. That’s my name. That’s what you’re gonna call me every time I touch you for the rest of your life.”
“You mean for the next three weeks,” I whispered.
He took what was left of my dress off me and chuckled, wiping the knife and his hands clean. “You can tell that to yourself all you want so you can sleep better at night. It doesn’t change the truth.”
“What truth?” I panted, my skin tingling hard.
“You want me as much as I want you.” His breath danced on my face. “You like me as much as I like you.”
Dazed, my heart pulsing in my temples, I stared at him and the sharp blade approaching the hollow of my neck. “Careful now. You sound exactly like him.”
The knife traced a line from my neck down to my bra. The cold edge on my searing skin sucked a hiss out of me. “How about now?” he asked.
I trembled.
“Hush. Don’t be scared. Not that much.” He smirked. “Not yet.”
Oh my God. I shook harder, my whole body throbbing. I wanted to swallow, but the taste of blood was awful and my mouth was too dry. My pussy, however… Who got horny when they were being threatened like that? I’d never been more aroused in my life, and he wasn’t even touching me.
“En-zio…”
“That’s right, dolcezza. Keep saying it so you won’t forget who owns you now.” The blade hooked between my bra cups and cut. My heart leapt with the ripping sound, my tits on display, my pussy contracting beyond my comprehension.
