Page 67 of Tormented Diamonds
REESE
Walking up behind Becca, I slip my arm around her waist and draw her against my chest. “This is Liam,cara mia,” I murmur against her ear. “He’s a Rogue wannabe who served the man who killed your mother. That’s why he didn’t ask questions or hesitate when that same man gave him the order to shoot your father from behind like a coward,then use something that belongs to us to send a message.”
She drags in a slow breath, her chest falling with the exhale of one word. “Fire…”
“Fire,” I confirm, pressing my palm harder against her stomach. “The feds will never catch him, and even if they did, he’d likely get offered a cushy plea deal to turn on someone like him. Ask me how I know.” A little unnecessary, but the reins are slipping from my hands. “So it’s up to monsters like me to carry out justice. How does that make you feel, Doc? Do you want to run away? Cry for my soul?”
I half expect her to do both. Instead, she stands there stone-faced and says the five words I know I’ll be jerking off to for weeks to come. “I want him to bleed.”
“The queen has spoken.” I tilt her head over her shoulder and crash our mouths together, knocking her glasses askew. Becca pushes up against me, turning my cock to stone.
What I wouldn’t give to chain her to the wall and fuck her to tears.
But that’ll have to wait. My wife demands blood.
Giving her lip a final bite, I pull away and begin a slow walk toward the guest of honor. “Show’s over, Liam. It’s time for more unpleasant activities.” I shrug at the blood from the graffiti still oozing down his chest. “Well, for you, at least.”
He twists in his chains. “You’ve got the wrong guy. I didn’t kill any cop.”
“The problem I have with that is, yeah, you did.” I drag my favorite cleaver off the shelf above his head, his eyes tracking every move. “Now, my beautiful wife, here,” I say, swinging it in a wide arc toward Becca, “thinks she’s owed an apology and a lot of fucking begging. I happen to agree.”
His red-rimmed eyes shift behind me. “If I do, can I taste her, too?”
A blacksilence swallows the room.
“You really shouldn’t have said that.” I draw the cleaver back, ready to turn Liam Callahan into a mutilated torso when a sharp voice stops me mid-swing.
“Wait.”
It takes an unprecedented level of restraint for me to look over my shoulder. When I do, I realize Becca’s eyes aren’t on me. They’re on Liam.
She walks toward him, her shoulders back. “Do you have a family?”
His eyes narrow. “Why?” Slamming the flat side of the blade against my palm proves to be an effective motivator. Liam flinches, his attitude taking a nosedive as he stammers out, “A mother and l-little sister.”
“She probably idolizes her big brother, huh?” she muses. Liam wisely keeps his mouth shut. “What would you do if someone murdered them both?”
“I—”
“Denying you any kind of closure because the man who killed your mother and baby sister also burned their bodies until they were nothing more than charred bones.”
Fuck.I think I fell in love with this woman all over again.
My terrifyingly brilliant wife just ended this guy without a single blade.
When a man trades in violence with blood as his currency, the threat of death loses its power. That’s why intimidating him is nearly impossible. But a psychiatrist knows the most effective torture cuts into the mind, not the flesh. By embedding the visual of his sins befalling his family, she’s sending him to Hell never knowing if it was an idle threat or a sworn promise.
That’s some cold-blooded shit.
“Please don’t hurt them,” he begs, tears streaming down his face. “They’re all I’ve got.”
Two more steps bring Becca and Liam face to face. “So wasmy dad.”
I reach down and adjust my cock. Time to shut this down before I lose control and do something I’ll regret. “What’s your verdict, Doc?”
Her stare could melt steel. “Rot in hell, you pathetic fuck.”
I smile. “You heard the lady. Time’s up.” My fingers on Becca’s cheek draws her eyes toward me. “Step away,cara mia. This is going to get messy.”
