Page 105 of Depravity

My wife just squirted all over my fucking face.

I throw my head back, roaring with triumph. I fixed her. I fucking fixed her.

And very soon I’m going to have her swollen with my child.

I lean down, planting a kiss right on that deliciously sensitive part of her.

“I love you,” I whisper, letting my warm breath heat her skin more. “I love you so much.”

“You took your damned time.” Magnus growls as I get out of the car.

“I had things to do.” I say as I walk up to meet him.

“More important things than this?” Antonio asks.

My lips curl at his tone. “You’re the ones who set a deadline, remember?”

Magnus reacts. I see the way he bristles, as if he hasn’t kept me waiting hundreds of times while he fucked and tortured his now wife.

I guess they’re not in the mood for an argument, because they both choose not to respond.

I look up at the house so far up the hill. We’re currently in the trees, hiding out of view. Our men have already ensured thesecurity system is not operating as it should, so they have no idea that we’re coming.

Our target is another member of the Esau. He’s been brazen enough to threaten anyone who he thinks is backing Magnus. I guess tonight, he’s going to learn what his stupidity will cost him. Tonight, he’s going to realise what it truly means to come up against the Blakes.

Antonio looks at his watch and mutters that we need to wait a few minutes more. He has this thing timed to perfection and as much as I dislike him, I’ll admit he’s damned good at his job.

I glance at my brother, and for the first time I can see the strain of this on his face. It’s subtle, but it is there. He looks back at me with that zero fucks fury in his eyes. I wonder if he might just tear the bastard to pieces when we get hold of him.

“We go now,” Antonio says.

We feel like an army, a plague descending upon the house as we make our way in the darkness up the gentle slope. Antonio has already been on the inside, so the gates slide openly silently, welcoming us in like Greeks going to destroy the city of Troy.

We already studied the blueprints so we know the layout, and we’ve got a good guess what part of the house Lord Holsten and his family will be in. The heavies go in through the basement. They’ll be doing the worst of the fighting.

Ordinarily, Magnus and I would be with them. Neither of us are the kind who like to hide at the back while the hired hands do the dirty work. But tonight is different. This entire fight is different. Magnus has a target the size of Manhattan on his back, and if anyone gets the chance, they will pull the trigger and eliminate him. We can’t afford for that to happen. We cannot afford to fuck up, even once.

“Clear.”

The gruff voice crackles out through my earpiece.

I take one last look around before I saunter in behind my brother as the sound of screaming starts to fill the air.

“Please, please…” A guard’s hand beasts the words from her lips and she falls hard, landing on her face. Her children surround her, crying more and someone mutters for them to shut the fuck up.

“You’ll pay for this.” Holsten snarls as he’s dragged out in his pretty navy silk pyjamas.

I can’t help but snigger back. Did he really think we wouldn’t come? Did he really think he could get away with challenging us, like we’d just do nothing?

As Antonio steps in front of him, his eyes widen. “You bastard,” He snarls. “You traitor…”

“The only traitor here is you.” Antonio replies. “You and all your Erau’s scum.”

Holsten starts spluttering, ranting. “You won’t get away with this, enough people know…” the sound of the gun echoing around the stark room silences the last of his tirade.

Antonio pockets the weapon as the man slumps forward with a gaping wound at the back of his head where the bullet clearly exited from.

“He could have gone to Oblivion.” I state. I would have enjoyed watching him being degraded and tortured until he no longer resembled a person anymore.

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