Page 66 of Their Deviant Love
“Like taking candy from a baby. Inject him,” the old man says.
“You inject him. Do I look like your fucking lapdog?”Now I’m just insulted.
Dante stirs, his head snaps back, and a growl leaves his throat. He looks around the room, assessing it, until his eyes land on mine. I give a subtle shake of my head, as if to say:You don’t know me.
“What the fuck is this?” he grits out, pulling at the ropes around his wrists.
“This? Well, it’s the beginning of the end.” The old man hands the vial to the guy behind him.
“What’s the plan here? Keep him for a few days until you know it works? It’s not instantaneous, you know?” I scoff. “The NaCl, the active ingredient in that vial, takes a few days to run its course through the blood.”
Aurora keeps telling me that her cousin is smart. I’m hoping for his sake he understands the meaning of my words. The vial they want to inject him with is nothing more than a saline solution.
“You won’t get away with this. Do you know who the fuck I am?” Dante yells.
“Yes,” the old man says. “But you’re wrong. Not only will I get away with it, I’ll win. Your entire family will be dead. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of that pretty little girlfriend of yours for you.”
Dante’s head snaps back again and then swings forward into the Albanian leader’s face. His feet kick out, and the next thing I know, the old man is on the ground on his back. “I’ll fucking kill you!” Dante yells out.
Huh, guess he does have a bit of fight in him.I raise a hand, and within seconds, all the men I came with enter the room and surround us. Guns aimed at the Albanians.
I walk over to the old man, who is still on the ground. “You see, I wanted to let you walk out of here. But you did something that would really upset my wife.”
“What wife, boy?”
“You didn’t hear the good news? I got married. To Aurora Valentino.” I smile. I fucking love telling anyone who will listen that she’s my wife.
The old man’s eyes widen. He realizes his mistake. The one that will cost him his life.
“And that little fucker over there…” I wave the end of my gun towards Dante. “…is my wife’s favorite cousin, which means I can’t very well let you kill him. That would not make her happy.” I lift a shoulder. “Happy wife, happy life, and all that.” I smirk down at him, the barrel of my gun pointed right between his eyes now. “Enjoy hell,” I say before pulling the trigger. At the same time, a chorus of gunshots ring out through the room.
When I turn around again, every single Albanian is on the ground.
“Good work, boys.” I look back over at Dante. “How the fuck did you let these assholes get you?”
“You wanna cut me loose?” he asks.
“Not particularly,” I grunt, walking behind him. I take my knife from its holster on my hip and slice through his bindings. “A thank you would be nice.”
“Thank you? What the fuck is going on here?” he grumbles.
“Business. Nothing you need to worry about. Obviously, because I saved your ass.” I smirk, knowing how much he’s hating this right now.
“Business, huh? What’s in the vial?”
I shrug. “Saline.”
“What did they think was in it?”
“A genetic virus that would wipe out the Valentino bloodline within a week,” I tell him.
Dante laughs. “And they believed that existed?”
“Yes, because it did. Until I destroyed it.”
“What?” He looks confused.
“Let’s go.” I walk out of the building. I don’t have the time or the energy for a Q&A session.
