Page 16 of And Twice as Twisted
She ignored the comment. “You’re hurting me,” she hissed out instead, as the elevator doors closed in front of us.
“You don’t know real pain.” An image of her bleeding out in that warehouse flashed in the forefront of my mind. I shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts.
“Fuck you.” Her left hand shot out, striking my throat and opening the wound. “Oh fuck.”
I squeezed her arm harder, refusing to loosen my grip, even as my body’s natural pain receptors screamed at me to react. To stop the bleeding and apply pressure to the gash.
The elevator door opened and I shoved Sienna into her apartment. She dropped her bags and stared at me, unshed tears brimming along her blue eyes. I unclutched my fist, releasing her wrist and taking in labored breaths, as we glared at each other in equal measure.
When her resolve gave way and she attempted to step towards me, I growled and took another step back. If she touched me, if she got too close, I’d hurt her. I knew she’d smell like him and it would send me spiraling over that ledge. I’d be murderous.
“Did he fuck you?” Her head snapped back as if I’d struck her. “Did you fucking like it?” I hissed the accusation.
“You son of a bitch!” Her sweet tears beckoned me to lick them, to trace the trail of venomous lies down to her jaw. “You cannot talk to me like that!”
I knew she wanted to hit me and I dared her to do it. “You did.” I laughed humorlessly. “You’re not permitted to leave this apartment without an escort.” I turned to the door, shrugging her loose when she grabbed at my arm.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She faltered when I forced her backwards, not stopping until she was pinned to the wall.
“Me? Have you looked in the mirror? A pitiful little girl hiding behind such a beautiful face. How long did you cry on his shoulder before his dick made it all better?” My nose was lessthan an inch from hers as I slammed her arms above her head with one hand and gripped her neck with the other. I spread her legs with my knee, holding her torso in place with my body.
She coughed and shook, trying to fight me off but she was too weak. Sienna was always too weak. She was no match for me. In more ways than one.
“What the fuck?” Al beat his fist into my back, but the fear in Sienna’s eyes was intoxicating. I took a breath to break the enchantment, dropped my hands, and whirled around before aiming two fingers at Al’s trachea.
“Whore,” I mumbled, spitting at Sienna’s feet and storming from the apartment.
I powered off my cell, unconcerned with the repercussions if Lucky tried to reach me, and headed outside. My Maybach Exelerowas still parked at the curb, my keys inside—no one would dare touch it. I was losing my control and needed an outlet. Preparing to find a fight or someone to kill, I stopped in my tracks when my eyes lifted to find Rocco leaning against the car.
“I got a gift for you.” The bastard stared at his nails, as if bored. The man pulled from the wreckage wasn’t the same man I’d known for a decade. “Gifts,I should say.”
My hands clenched into fists as a surge of rejuvenated energy entered my bloodstream. I craved the sound of bones breaking, flesh splitting, and muscles tearing. I needed it more than I needed air to breathe and food to function.
We took the elevator down to the basement under the penthouses. The smell of bleach did little to hide the death in the air. Inhaling deeply, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. As my boot hit the last metal step, I noticed a whimpering female chained to one wall and a disoriented male grunting over the drain in the center.
“What? Al and I had our fun.” Rocco shrugged, indifferent, as Al narrowed his eyes at me, clearly still a little peeved by my throat punch.
“And her?” I stalked towards the girl. “And what of you?”
“I-I… I wasn’t going to do anything. It was a joke, but I’d never!” Her words were cut off by the sound of heels clicking down the staircase as a woman I’d never seen before appeared.
“She handed your princess a line of coke and then videotaped it.” The newcomer was gorgeous, her voice measured as she spoke with a hint of a Spanish accent mingled with disdain.
“Apollo, meet Gabriela.” Al motioned to the girl. “Lucky hired her to tail Sienna.”
My eyes snapped to the woman in question as she stood tall, her frame lithe, but as she flexed under my gaze, I could see the defined muscles throughout her body. Her hair was in a braid, shaved at the sides, and her posture deemed her dangerous. Her stance spoke of her specialized training, one that proved she was up for the job.
“Wedon’t kill women,” Rocco stated simply. “Seeing as we usually rely on Sienna or Bella, both of whom are indisposed at the moment, we got creative.”
“And him?” I nodded to the male on the floor.
Al relayed the story of how the fucker had assaulted Sienna atDanza, before I quickly turned my attention back to him. As I approached, I couldn’t help but enjoy his cry of pain when the restraints on his ankles pulled tight.
He had nowhere to go.
“I-I was drunk! I didn’t mean the disrespect… I-I’d never have acted—” He stopped speaking when I squatted in front of him.
“Drunk.” I nodded in understanding. “Changes in your neurotransmitters are often signs of overconsumption, making you susceptible to poor decision-making.”
