Page 114 of His Cursed Heart

"I know." I never met her mother, but she sounds like she was an amazing woman.

Althea takes my lower lip in her teeth and sucks it like a temptress. My hand goes to her ass and I slap it hard until my palm stings.

"Use sulphuric acid. Boil it and let roam over them, eating their skin up." She whispers in a moan and she leaves the room.

I shake my head with a smirk and I go next to the table, preparing the acid.

What my beautiful wife wants, she gets.

I hear footsteps coming downstairs and I see Makhim caring on each shoulder two silhouettes. He throws them over Hanibal and looks at me with anger.

One of the bodies groans and I feel the hunger for his blood run through my veins. Pablo’s confused eyes roam around the room and when his gaze settles on me, he starts to whimper. I go with two big steps next to him and slam my foot in his face, flying him on his back.

When the acid almost spills out of the container I go and admire the beauty.

"I couldn't find Enrique." Makhim almost roars. He looks at the boiling acid and says roughly, "You let me

handle Hanibal."

I nod and take the chemical acid with me, letting my beast possess over the last human part of me as I take Pablo's face and shove it in the burning liquid.

I feel the red shirt sticking to my skin like a second layer. The blood darkened and the metallic smell doesn't affect my nose anymore.

I feel numb, but not in the way that I can't feel my body. I feel a numbness that consumes me, in a way that makes me want to bring hell on earth.

I walk around the house, leaving red footprints on the ground. I stop at Vincent's room and I open the door lightly to make sure he's sleeping.

It's almost midnight and my body isn't close to be tired. I stood eleven hours to bring them despair and pain. Their begs fed my hunger and their screams made my demons dance in satisfaction.

I was nowhere done with them, but the open wounds and the acid made Pablo and Teddy die from pain.

"Is her pussy as tight as her ass? Man, I feel so jealous of you right now." Teddy provokes me and with the chains wrapped around his neck, I tug him hard to meet my fist.

He's asking to be buried deep in the ground until the worms are eating him alive.

"You messed with the wrong man, almost Senator." I smirk when his eyes burn with anger. The fucker wanted to be Senator more than his big brother, but he didn't know how to cheat like him.

I grab the chains and choke him until he's white and asking for air. His neck is red because of the abuse and his arms are trying to lose the hold.

"Look at Pablo," I whisper to him. Teddy's eyes move toward his friend's figure and almost whimpers when he sees the burnt flesh. "Because you're next."

Two down, one more to go.

Enrique might think he escaped now, but the moment I see his face, he better pray and ask for forgiveness. Because I don't have any to give.

I close the door to Vincent's room and head over to the garage. Tomorrow, I have to tell him that his father is dead. I don't think he'll care that much. Or, I hope he won't care. Hanibal was a good father to Vincent and Keres, but the little kid is more loyal to his sister than anyone else.

I don't know how Hanibal died, but I know he suffered. Makhim made sure to revenge his entire bloodline that was killed by Hanibal. And I know one of those people is his wife.

Entering the garage, I see two of my men standing next to the cars that I own. They look at me with respect and I motion them to leave. I feel the blood staining my back and I open my shirt with a tug.

A weird noise comes from where Althea's devils should be, but there's no sight of them. I approach the noise and I see my wife, on her knees, measuring a quantity of grains for her dogs.

My body relaxes at her figure and my heart starts pumping at a normal rate. It's unbelievable how many

things happened in a month. All the fights, all the ignorance, new member that joined our family, some of them left it. All these things led us in this moment in which my mind quiets at just one glance of her. Thirty days and I feel like we moved mountains.

"You're on your knees for your dirt bags but not your husband. Should I be offended?" I ask her with a rough voice and Althea turns to face me. Her big, brown eyes look at the blood that's dripping from my clothes and with little steps she comes toward me.

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