Page 60 of Three Bites

Chapter Twenty-nine

The revenge wasn’t as swift as I would have liked but it was inevitable. The vampires undermined the Cornello Family in every way they could while leaving red herrings suggesting the disruptions were caused by other organizations. That led to Jonas quickly pissing a lot of powerful people off when he demanded answers or tried to retaliate. In short, he lacked proper contacts, experience, and subtlety to rule over what he had gotten in the deal. The supernatural community stood firmly against Jonas when his blackmailing of a vampire was revealed, the other organized crime families circled around the Cornellos like sharks waiting for the blood to be spilled, and the human law enforcers made the mafia’s life a nightmare.

I added my five cents to the mess by creating a detailed list of the Cornello Family workers, members, and guests, jotting down everything I could remember. A spurned cook could easily put poison in the mafioso’s meals. A guest who had cheated on his wife with a stable boy could be blackmailed. A beaten, shiveringyoung girl could be saved, even if the vampires didn’t have any immediate use for her. A little mouse of a woman could be a spy.

It was only a month down the line that Jonas started suspecting that his troubles could have something to do with Tristan and Company but by then it was already too late; his organization was already in shambles, his reputation in tatters. All that was left was to put the ailing animal down.

The day of the final showdown I watched the cameras positioned around the Manor and had to smile to myself. Of course, Carl acted on the information that I was here all alone and came for me, not realizing it was an invitation.

A trap.

When he and his goons clambered upstairs to the big reception room, I turned to face them.

“Here you are,” Carl laughed at seeing me dressed in a long white dress, my hair loose. A picture of innocence. “I don’t know how you did this, but I’m sure it’s somehow all your fault.” He pointed a gun at me. “Time to say goodbye, bitch.”

He pulled the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, a muscular body was in front of me, taking the bullet for me.

Carl’s eyes widened but his smirk grew wide when he saw the person he hit point blank in the chest was Matthias. Only for his smirk to freeze when Matthias acted like nothing happened, as he stepped towards the heir to the Cornello mafia, a predator zeroing in on his prey.

Carl twitched as screams started behind his back but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the death personified coming for him. Not when it grew teeth and flashed red eyes and barely bled from a chest wound.

With shaking hands, Carl tried to shoot again but his aim was affected by his terror and the bullets only grazed the advancing behemoth.

“Stay... stay away from me!” Carl shouted while the cries of pain of his minions turned into death rattles.

Matthias just backhanded him so hard he hit the wall six feet behind him. I idly picked up Carl’s gun from the floor.

The poor mafioso brought a gun to a supernatural fight. He expected to fight men, not monsters who could slaughter dozens of his underlings in minutes.

Theo and Tristan appeared in the doorway; the younger vampire was splattered with blood while Tristan looked as if his suit just came from dry cleaning. I had no doubt he killed the same amount if not more of Carl’s men as Theo, but Tristan found getting dirty so gauche, so plebeian. With prey so easy, he could prioritize avoiding ruining his clothes with blood.

Tristan strode up to me and grabbed a chair on the way. He set it in front of me and at his gesture the two other vampires dragged Carl and dropped him into the chair.

“Y-you can’t do this, my father—” Carl stammered out.

“Your father is likely already biting the dust,” Tristan interrupted nonchalantly. “We sent our men and some interested third parties to take care of him. A lot of people practically jumped at the chance to get rid of him.”

The young heir blanched and his eyes started roving around in search of an escape. Only to land and stay on me.

“You are unworthy of looking at her,” Matthias snarled. His beefy hand covered the man’s eyes while the other fisted his hair as Carl thrashed in panic.

“Shall we begin with gouging his eyes out, my dear?” Tristan asked pleasantly.

I let out a hum, enjoying how Carl froze and then doubled his efforts to get free. With all three vampires securing him in place he wasn’t going anywhere.

“No,” I decided. “I want him to see everything. And as we are talking about seeing... Carl, you once said that seeing your dickwould change me forever. Let’s see it then. Take it out,” I said to Matthias, nodding at our hostage’s crotch.

Carl laughed; the sound was tinged with hysteria.

“I always knew you were a slut who couldn’t help herself—”

“Take it out,” I continued. “And then cut it off.”

Matthias grinned as if Christmas had come early and did as I ordered.

Red really went well with the white of my dress. The blood splatters were so artistic. And they were much more interesting than Carl’s dick.

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