Page 62 of Pen Pal

I took it out of me, looking around frantically. Mark was a few feet away from me, with Enzo on top of him with a machete next to him on the ground.

I flung Mark’s severed hand at my ex’s head, but I missed. My heart thundered in my chest as the men struggled, fighting for control in my bedroom doorway.

Mark drew his knees up and kicked Enzo in the chest, launching him backward and landing next to me.

Enzo quickly glanced at me, his eyes raking over my damaged, naked body, and his already furious gaze turned into a lethal glare. He aimed his furious expression at Mark, baring his teeth at him in a vicious snarl.

“Lorenzo Ricci?” Mark cackled as he looked at Enzo. “The fucking mafia prince? You’re the one who’s been fucking my wife?”

“So you know who I am,” Enzo snarled, sitting up. “You know what happens when you fuck with myfamily.”

“She’s mine!” Mark screamed, his gun shaky in his remaining hand. “But she’s not worth the fucking trouble.”

Then he turned to face me. “Die, bitch!” Mark screamed, pointing his gun at my face. “Your fucking boyfriend can watch you die!”

His finger squeezed the trigger.

Enzo lurched between us.

Bang!

“No!” I shrieked, my voice uneven and broken. Time seemed to move in slow motion as panic seized my heart.

He couldn’t die. I wouldn’t let him.

But Enzo didn’t move. Blood trickled from him, but he rose to his feet, his expression murderous.

“Remember what I said about seeing you again?” Enzo shouted, rushing Mark. Mark pulled the trigger again, but he missed. He yelled as Enzo tackled him, knocking the gun from his hand.

“You’re going to wish you died the night I pushed you onto the fuckinghighway,” Enzo roared.

Mark punched Enzo, but my pen pal wasn’t fazed. He was a man possessed; his features transformed into something demonic, feral, and wild.

“What was it you did to my baby?” he snarled, slamming Mark’s head into the floor. “Huh? You did this, am I right?” he slammed Mark’s head into the ground again, blood blooming on the floor under him.

“I also read something about broken ribs,” Enzo rose to his feet, stomping on Mark’s ribcage, making him howl in agony.

“Broken bones,” he stomped on Mark’s wrist, then moved to his ankles, cracking them. He went to his elbows, and a sickeningcrunchfilled the air.

“And black eyes?” Enzo snarled. Mark couldn’t get a word in as Enzo punched the shit out of him, beating him to a bloody pulp as red rivers streamed from my ex’s face. Mark’s face swelled, almost making him unrecognizable in a matter of minutes.

“Then you fuckingtouched her?”Enzo bellowed, grabbing his machete from the floor. “You remember what I said what I would fucking do to you?”

“Please!” Mark gurgled on his own blood. “I can pay—”

“That money’s hers, not yours,” Enzo roared. “I don’t fucking want it.”

I slowly sat up, my heart pounding as I watched Enzo avenge me.

He was a force of nature, shouting at Mark, his eyes bright with rage but dark with the need to destroy. Blood trickled down his arm, his blonde curls clung to his forehead, and his glasses stood crooked on his nose. His lips were peeled back like a monster, ready to tear apart what threatened his mate.

He was fucking beautiful.

Enzo sliced through Mark’s jeans as he sobbed, begging for mercy that wouldn’t come. He ripped his pants apart, spreading them and tearing Mark’s boxers open. His flaccid member was still red with my blood, and Enzo gnashed his teeth at the sight. Enzo’s eyes burned with hate as he sliced, tearing through skin and muscle, severing Mark’s prick.

Enzo brandished it, shoving it in Mark’s face as he screamed in agony, his eyes wide with pure terror.

“Eat it,” Enzo snarled, prying Mark’s mouth open. “Die with her taste on your fucking tongue,bastardo.” He shoved Mark’s prick in his mouth, then forced his lips shut as Mark screamed, choking on his own privates.

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