Page 378 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And I just can’t help myself.

I shove him backward so that he falls into his chair, and get close enough to his face that I can smell his stank breath. My gut twists but it only eggs me on. “You’re a disgusting bastard who deserves to be skinned alive for all of the travesties you’ve committed against innocent young women.” My lips curl into a sneer. “But I don’t have time for that. I only have time to shoot you in the fucking head. My loss is your gain, fuckhead.” I point my gun at his forehead and his eyes widen in fear. “It’ll be fast.”

“P-please don’t kill me,” he whimpers like a little bitch. “I’ll give you anything you want…everything! Name your price!”

“You can’t possibly pay enough money for the wrongs that have been done by you and every other cocksucker out there who steals lives,” I hiss, my breath hitching. Every time I stare one of these bastards in the face, I seehim.

The man who destroyed so many lives and turned me into the killer I am today.

It was so long ago, but the chilling memory is so clear in my mind.

I had one job to do, to watch over my cousin, Emilia, and keep her safe.

But I lost my focus and she ended up dead at the hand of a guy just like Miguel.

I couldn’t stop him and failed my family and myself.

My pulse throbs against my throat as I clutch my gun.

So, as my own form of self-soothing, I take as much pleasure as I can in eradicating the planet of the others who are just as despicable, just as deadly, and just as evil.

“Burn in hell, cocksucker,” I mutter.

“Not so fast,ese,” another slimy voice from behind me says. “Drop the gun and back away from him.” I hear his gun cock and Miguel yells to him.

“Don’t shoot, you idiot! If you miss, I’m fucking dead!”

My lips curl upward as I slowly turn to look at the person stupid enough to interrupt my hit. “So, you work for Miguel,” I say to the peon with the gun. “You know what he does and you’re okay with that?”

The guy shrugs. “Pay’s good.”

“Yeah, I bet. You got a daughter or a sister?”

“I have both,” he says.

“You love ’em?”

“Yeah,” he says.

“That’s real nice,” I say. “You wanna know something that really irks the shit outta me,ese?” I ask.

He shrugs again.

“People who get in my fucking way!”

I fire off two shots at ese and then point the gun back at Miguel as he crumbles to the floor. A dry chuckle escapes my lips. “See? I told you. Your security sucks.” I bring the gun back toward Miguel, and with a jerk of my wrist, I pop a cap in his balls. He screams, clutching himself and tumbling off of the chair.

I snicker and then stomp on his bloody groin for good measure.

“I told you I didn’t have time to skin you, but I made time to shoot off your diseased cock.” I look down at my watch. “Shit, Miguel. I’ve gotta go. I wanted you to feel just a little bit of the hell all of the women you’ve snatched have experienced. And even though it will never come close, I want you to remember this pain for the rest of your life.” I point the gun at his temple and squeeze the trigger.

“All two seconds of it,” I grunt, kicking him in the head and shooting him three more times in the head and chest for good measure.

I stare at him, feeling the familiar flood of emotion ravage me. My heart thumps hard against my chest, beads of perspiration popping up along the back of my neck.

“Rest in hell, bitches,” I mutter as I step over the jackass sprawled across the doorframe as I walk out of the building.

I take a few deep breaths as I step outside, feeling a sudden surge of purpose. My fingers still tingle from firing my gun. The adrenaline high has my heart racing and my temples throbbing.

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