Page 255 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I squeeze his throat and he sputters, floundering in the chair. His hands are still tied behind his back, so it’s not like he can do anything to stop me. “You just ignored your responsibilities and dipped your wick into a pool that was off limits, that about right?”

He nods. “Y-yeah, boss.”

I straighten up, releasing his neck. “Boss,” I repeat, pacing around him like a lion about to pounce on his prey. “That’s a really important word, do you know why, Dario?”

“B-because…because…” Another sob explodes from his chest and he whimpers before finishing his thought.

I crouch in front of him. “The answer is because Iamthe fucking boss! Do you understand that, Dario? I am the boss, and I gave you an order, which you ignored so you could get sucked off by some slut bitch who was working with one of our enemies!”

He is in full-blown hysterics right now.

Poor fucking Dario.

It’s about to get a whole lot worse for you.

I pull out my gun and smack him on the side of the head with it. “Shut the hell up!”

“Boss, I swear, I d-didn’t know she was working with an enemy. I just figured?—”

“You just figured that you must have won the fucking lottery because a hot piece of ass actually wanted you, right?” I shake my head. “And you thought getting off was worth the risk of exposing my drugs, yeah?”

“It wasn’t long,” he whispers. “Maybe half an hour. I didn’t think anyone would notice?—”

“Well, because of your needy cock, we’re out a lot of cash. Do you know how much?” I seethe into his face.

“No,” he whimpers again.

“Five-hundred-thousand dollars, give or take,” I say, pulling away and crossing my arms over my chest. “So how do you think I should punish you for this gross negligence? Hm? Should I shoot you five-hundred-thousand times? Pound five-hundred-thousand nails into your flesh? Slice off your skin and pour five-hundred-thousand fire ants onto you?” I walk around, tapping my finger against my chin. “So many options. I could even mix shit up, you know? Do a little of each?”

The guys waiting to haul a dead body away exchange a look.

Good.

I want them to know how fucking sick I can be.

I want them to take that back to the rest of the crew so they know who they’re dealing with if anyone gets any ideas about crossing me ever again.

Slap me once, shame on me.

Tryto slap me twice, and I’ll cut off your goddamn arm before you have the chance to swing it in my direction.

I stop circling Dario and narrow my eyes at him. “Nah,” I say in response to my own questions. “I have a better idea.” I look at the guys standing behind him. “Take off his pants.”

One of them holds Dario down, and the other pulls off his pants. I stick my gun back into the rear waistband of my jeans and pull out a knife from its hiding place, wrapped tight around my ankle.

I press the button to extend the stainless steel blade, resting the tip against my cheek.

“It’s only right that you are punished in the same way as you committed your indiscretion.”

Another scream pierces the air and I shake my head. “Dario, I sure hope you got fucked real good, since you’re never gonna feel the inside of a pussy again.”

The next few minutes are a blur. Perspiration drizzles down the column of my spine as my hand slashes and slices, white noise between my temples muting the earsplitting sounds expelled from Dario’s mouth as I morph into my vengeful and vicious alter ego. My pulse throbs against my neck as my insides flood with a rush of heat.

The once-spotless blade is stained with the sins of deceit and betrayal when I’m finished with Dario.

Seeing red is a gross understatement.

My line of sight—along with my clothes—is completely drenched in it.

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