“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t kill him.”
Romeo’s grip around Egor’s throat didn’t ease even slightly.
“Please...”
Tears blurred my vision. “Just let me explain.”
Slowly...
The corner of his mouth lifted.
It wasn’t a smile.
It was something far more frightening.
“I’ll do far worse than kill him.”
Without taking his eyes off Egor, Romeo held out his free hand.
Keegan immediately placed a dagger into it.
The blade flashed beneath the club lights.
Before I could even scream—
Romeo drove it straight into Egor’s chest.
The sound was sickening.
A wet crunch echoed through the silence.
Egor’s eyes flew open.
Blood burst from the wound.
I screamed.
Romeo twisted the blade with practiced precision.
Another horrific crack split the air.
Egor’s body convulsed violently before going completely limp.
Blood poured onto the polished floor, pooling around Romeo’s expensive shoes.
The entire club remained silent.
No one dared breathe.
Then...
Romeo plunged his bare hand into the gaping wound.
My stomach lurched.
When he pulled his hand back, something glistened crimson in his palm.
A heart.