Page 119 of Angelic Vengeance

From the West Coast to the East, he was known as ‘K.O. Tony’ on the streets. Apart from the fact that nothing and no one could knock him out, the nickname also came from him being one of the most skilled fighters in the underworld. I’d never even heard a rumor about someone beating him. I was one of the only few people who could take one of his punches.

I tasted metal from the punch he threw, and my whole face throbbed with tension. But the pain was good; I needed it.

Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead.

Another punch landed on my jaw like a sledgehammer. I welcomed the ache.

Do you think I like hurting you?Because I fucking love it.

A kick connected to the side of my stomach. My lip twitched with a snarl as the throb in my ribs intensified.

Still, the pain in my chest muted everything else.

I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you.

Sweat fell down my temple just like the tears on her face.

The memory of her, crying like that, wouldn’t leave my mind.

I could see Tony’s glove coming towards me. Instead of ducking, I lowered my guard. I was so lost in my own head, I didn’t realize when his hand stopped an inch from my nose.

He scoffed and shook his head before stepping away from me. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”

I sighed and ran a hand down my face. “Wish I knew.”

“Don’t tell me pussy got you fucked up.”

My eyes turned blacker than the goddamn pits of hell before I could stop myself. My blood burned and thetwisted part of me – which still believed Maria was my girl – wanted to cut his tongue out, regardless of him not knowing who he was talking about.My fucking assassin.

“No shit.” He chuckled darkly when he saw my face. Sitting down on the wood bench near the wall, he took out a cigarette from his gym bag and placed it between his lips. “Never thought I’d see the day…” He frowned down as he brought the flame of a lighter to the blunt. After inhaling, he took it between his fingers and exhaled a large cloud of smoke. “Diablo whipped.”

I shook my head. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Really? Cause you practically got hearts and sparkles falling out your ass.” He took another deep breath out of the cigarette, looking thoughtful. “What’s the problem? She won’t put out?”

My face told him to shut the fuck up.

Tony found it amusing.

Shrugging, he put out the barely started blunt and threw on a black sweatshirt. “In my experience, they tend to loosen up after you stick in the second finger–”

I gripped him by the collar and hoisted him up, gritting my teeth. “Watch your fucking mouth,malparido.”

His lips upturned with a smirk. “Not whipped, huh?”

I growled in annoyance before pushing him away. How did I fall for that shit so easily?

Chuckling, he stepped back and caught his footing. “Love; I can’t help you with. Now, sex… That’s a whole different discussion,” He said, pointing a finger at me, making me roll my eyes. “Maybe you just need some new tricks to make her fall for you. I mean, things have changed sinceyouwere twenty.”

I was four years older than this motherfucker.

“Lucky for you, I have the experience necessary–”

I kissed my teeth, interrupting him. “Ain’t nobody after your spaghetti dick, fool.”

He laughed, flashing a shark grin. “What can I say? Bitches like Italians.” Shrugging, he picked up his gym bag and made his way to the exit. “I don’t know about your beans-and-rice ass, though.”

I took off a glove and threw it after him. He turned the corner just in time to flip me off and still avoid the hit, hollering from somewhere down the hallway, “Give Pérez my condolences!”

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