Page 54 of The Wicked
I raised my knife-free hand to the wig and pulled it off with the small wig cap I wore underneath it, whipping my short hair left and right, my fingers brushing the curls free.
I felt Dion’s cock soften almost immediately, looking at me with wide eyes, the recognition shining like a bright light in those dimmed, intoxicated pupils.
“Oh fuck…” he muttered.
“You recognize me?”
Fear flashed through those eyes, and I smiled.
“Of course you do, Dion,” I said, dragging the knife down to his chin from his cheek. “What?” I shot him a taunting smile. “You don’t wanna fuck me anymore?”
His chest heaved. He was scared. Lying beneath me. Trapped with the knife to his throat. It had been a while since I felt the effect of my power.
“Look, Zahra, I paid off Manuel; I have nothing owed to you.”
“You don’t?”
“Just let me go; if you kill me, Edoardo will—”
“Do nothing; you know he’ll do nothing, Dion. Even if he wanted to, Manuel or I would be the last people he thinks of.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Your life.” I smiled. “Remember that time in Sicily, the last time we saw each other? I told you I would dig a knife down your throat.” I pressed the knife to his throat. “What was it you called me? Manuel’s whore?”
“Manuel cut off my fucking finger for that—isn’t that payment enough?”
“How about the little girl you killed? Maya. You fucked her—raped her, and killed her. This was before the incident with Manuel. Do you remember? Your words were, ‘Throw her body in a fucking river somewhere; she didn’t even make mecome.’ She was afuckingchild.”
“That was—”
“The moment I knew you would die by my hands, Dion.”
His body shuddered beneath me.
“But before that happens, I have a question. What business do you have with Marino, and why would they want intel on the Pablos?”
The man frowned, chest heaving. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Does it have to do with the flash drives?”
“What fucking flash drives?” He looked even more confused, clueless.
“So you know nothing, then.”
“Wha—”
“A waste.” I raised the knife, but he,obviously,saw it coming so his blow to my forearm wasn’t completely unexpected; the knife falling right out of my grip, though, was something I didn’t see coming.
He gained the upper hand, pushing my body off him with as much strength as his drug-filled mind could muster. I landed with a sharp thud, my middle connecting with the nightstand as I fell. I held my stomach with a groan, grinding my teeth as I watched him stagger towards the locked door.
Swiftly, I got to my feet, ignored the pain in my ribs as I slid my hands behind me, undoing the clasp of my bra before rushing to him. I jumped on his back, wrapping the bra around his neck before he could reach the door, my legs circled and held tight around his waist as I pulled the bra tight, choking him with it.
I breathed heavily, teeth gnashing as the sound of him choking and staggering backward filled the room. His hands swung, trying to hit my face, anything to break free of my assault. He caught my hair in his fists as he pulled, running backward until his body slammed me against a wall, the force of it knocking the breath out of me, and the glass vase that had been on a table onto the floor. It shattered as the bastard’s elbow connected with my stomach, and the bra fell out of my grip. He turned sharply, gripped me by my neck, and slammed my head against the wall. “You fucking bitch!” he spat, saliva hanging from his lips as he gripped my hair again, pulling me from the wall, and dragging me towards the bed.
I stumbled over my own feet, dropping slightly to my knees,my fingers wrapping around steel as he forcefully pulled me up, throwing me carelessly on the bed, as if I weighed nothing.
He breathed, stalking closer. “What did you think, that you could kill me?” A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. “You?A fucking roguePlant?” His knees hit the bed. I pushed my body upward as if trying to escape him. “That’s one thing with you fucking Plants; give them a bit of attention, and they think they are worth something.” He crawled up above me, his eyes locked on my breasts before jumping to my eyes again. “You think you are Manuel’s equal… no, you’ve only been one thing to him.” He brought his face closer, until I could smell his rancid breath. “His. Fucking. Who—”
