Page 63 of Vow to Corrupt You
“She’s not here, but she was just here beside me. I…”
My hand runs through my hair. Fuck. “Find my wife. I’ll be right there.”
I hang up and accelerate, pushing my Ferrari to drive to its limit.
I see red, fury consuming every shred of my being once I arrive at the location. The engine’s still running as I get out of the car and rush toward her. I knew she was in danger. I felt it in my fucking bones.
“Instead, you married a ruthless psycho, a murderer who has power only because he slaughters people.” I hear the motherfucker who dares to corner my fucking wife.
“That’s true,” I grab the back of his collar and drag him away from Serena, “and you’ve just jumped to the top of my list of people I’m going to kill.” I land a direct punch to his nose, and the blood splatters all over his shirt and the ground.
“What the fuck, dude?” He holds his nose while crying like a baby, as if he hadn’t just tried to force himself on my woman against her will.
Before I can land another hit, Serena gets in between us, pressing her chest against mine. “Please, don’t.”
I look at the bastard with my jaw clenching, every muscle in me tensing with lethal fury. His pupils dilate as he realizes who I am and that he’s fucked with the wrong person.
“Please, just take me home,” Serena’s voice breaks; her body quivers as she clings to me with so much intensity like she wants to sink into me and fuse into my very soul. She fucking succeeds. She’s imprinted deep in my core like the ink on her skin I made her get—and there’s no possible way of getting her out. She runs through me. In my blood. In my veins.
“This is not the end,” I growl, using every ounce of my willpower not to smash his head against the street until it’s no longer recognizable. Motherfucker’s lucky she’s my priority. It extends his shitty life for a few more hours.
The dude’s lips tremble as he looks at me with growing fear before he starts running. As if there was a place in this world where he could hide from me. There’s no escape from my wrath. I’ll find him and give him exactly what he deserves without Serena ever finding out. Revenge served cold tastes best.
“Did he hurt you?” The words barely leave my tightening jaw.
I gently pull away from her vise grip, so strong as if her life depended on it, and look at her. Into her eyes. Teary. Full of fear. Fucking bastard will pay for the pain he caused her.
“No, he didn’t. I’m sorry.” A tear drips down her cheek. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
“You shouldn’t.” But now’s not the time to dwell on that. I must take her home, make sure she’s well. Let her digest the events. Then, we’ll get back to that so she never makes the same mistake again.
My black-gloved thumb caresses her cheek on its own before I lead her to the car.
I help her settle into the passenger’s seat and secure the seatbelt across her fragile, quivering body. Swiftly, I circle to the other side of the driver’s seat and pull away.
“Tell me his name.” My fingers dig into the steering wheel.
Abruptly, she turns to face me. I focus on the road, but I sense her apprehension. “What do you want to do to him?”
At least a hundred possible ways of killing the piece of shit cross my mind. “We’ll just have a little talk.”
“I don’t believe you.” Her voice falters.
“Just tell me his name,” I demand, anger fueling every inch of my body. “You know I will get his name even if you don’t tell me. You’re just stalling the inevitable.”
Her shoulders slump, her arms tightening. “Promise me you won’t hurt him… like you hurt Claudio.”
“I can’t promise you that.”
“Please.”
“I will not make any promises I can’t keep.” My tone is as cool as my heart. I’ve no mercy in me. I’m like a machine with no feelings, and I kill with cold blood. With no remorse. Especially those who dare to cross me or touch what’s mine. I vowed to protect her, and I will, no matter the price—until I am the only threat she ever has to fear. Then I will protect her even from myself for as long as she needs to embrace the darkness, hers and mine.
“His name,” I hiss.
A heavy sigh escapes her lungs, and she looks away as she whispers, “Raffaele Gordon.”
The vein in my eyelid throbs with anger at the sound of his name. I select Remo’s number. It doesn’t even take one full ringtone before he answers.
