Page 75 of Pen Pal

He smirked, his hand running over the ring in the box, plucking it from me. Then he took my hand and slid it on, and it fit perfectly.

It had to be at least two carats, considering how obnoxiously big the stone was.

Enzo’s lips crashed over mine, stealing my breath as I lost myself to the heat of his possession. His tongue slid against mine, sweeping and claiming, stoking the sparks inside me into blazing flames.

His hands slid up my thighs, and I stiffened. Alarm bells went off in my head, reminding me of what Mark had done to me.

I broke the kiss, panting and looking at Enzo. I needed to see him, to know that he was the one touching me and not my ex-husband.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, tears flooding my eyes. I wanted to be ready and to fall into bed with him, but mentally, I wasn’t there yet. I wasn’t ready for sex.

“Amara,” he exclaimed, gripping my chin between his fingers. “You never have to be sorry with me, love. I meant what I said. I will wait as long as it takes. You’re worth it.”

I sobbed as he embraced me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly as I wailed. Shame, guilt, and sorrow washed through me, the brunt of what happened to me finally rushing through me like a tidal wave.

Mark had taken from me, and I mourned the pieces of myself I lost to that horrible man. I didn’t know how long I cried, but Enzo never let me go, rubbing my back and murmuring soothing words as I let myself process my trauma.

When my sobs lessened to occasional sniffles, I laid back down in bed and drifted back to sleep.

Enzo

When I was sure Amara was fast asleep, I left her bedroom, closing the door softly behind me. I ran downstairs and nodded to the bodyguards I had stationed by her house.

I took my phone and dialed my cleaning crew. “Boss?”

“You still have the package?” I asked, using coded words to avoid detection.

“We were about to send it out,” the man replied. “You need to inspect it?”

“Something like that,” I mused. “I’m on my way.”

I hung up, walking to the street where my driver waited with a car. I stepped in the back, nodding to him. “The safehouse,” I ordered.

An hour later, we arrived, and I immediately went inside and met with my cleaning crew.

“Here he is, Boss,” the man announced, unzipping the body bag in the makeshift morgue.

My upper lip curled in disgust as I unsheathed my knife. I plunged it into Mark’s chest, stabbing him repeatedly along his chest and abdomen, fury boiling in my veins.

He fucking raped her,I snarled in my mind. If I could make him suffer more, I would.

But there was only one thing I could do now. His blood was already clotted, so the hot spray never splattered on my face. There was no satisfaction in mutilating his body, but at least it released some of the tension in my body.

“Give me the saw,” I ordered. The men were staring at me with wide eyes, even though mutilating a corpse wasn’t one of the worst things I’d ever done. A man hurriedly handed me a bone saw, and I smirked.

All I could do now was expedite her divorce by making her free of him sooner.

I curved my knife, slicing across his throat and all the way across his neck. I hacked at him until I reached his spine, and I gripped the bone saw. Sawing at it, the bones finally snapped, and I removed his head from his body.

His mouth was parted, and his severed prick fell from his mouth and plopped on his chest.

I chuckled. Picking it up, I placed the severed head on the ground before flipping Mark’s body over. I took gloves from a table nearby, pulling them on before I gripped Mark’s hips. I shoved hisshriveled prick in his ass, chuckling when it disappeared inside. Then I flipped his body back over and zipped up the body bag.

I lifted his severed head, tsking at his dead eyes before turning to my crew. “Dispose of the body. Cremate it and spread the ashes in a fucking dumpster. I’ll take care of the head.”

“Let us help you,” one of the men pleaded. “We don’t want you getting caught.”

I pursed my lips. “You’re right. Sanitize the shit out of it, place it in a bag, then give it to me,” I smirked. “I’m dropping this bitch off at the police station doorstep.”

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