A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(30)

“What seems to be the issue, Wyatt? When I tell you to do something, you do it. Do you want to live, maybe continue to breathe?” I put pressure on the blade, causing it to press harder against his skin. I could see his skin breaking against the metal, a thin line of blood bubbling up over the blade.

“I didn’t mean any harm, sir…” he stammered, his voice alone pissing me off even more.

“You didn’t?” I leaned into him, my voice filled with disgust. Allowing him to walk away without harm being done to him would allow the other men to think they could question me whenever and however they pleased. That was a risk I was not willing to take. The whole reason they were here was because of me. My family had brought them into the United States. They owed me everything. Their lives most importantly. So when they f*cked up, they paid in blood. That was the rule, their only option.

“I didn’t, sir… You know I would never question you.” Wyatt’s eyes were begging me to extend my forgiveness, but there was no compassion in me to accept his plea. My body grew more and more alive with every passing second, waiting for another slip up so I could end his pathetic f*cking life.

“That’s funny because you already questioned me. So not only have you disobeyed my authority, you also lied straight to my face.” Wyatt’s breath came in heavy pants as I determined what was to be done with him.

“I should have your tongue cut off. Maybe then you would learn to never question me.” I growled at him, squeezing his arm tightly as I jerked him over to the countertop of my bar. He was going to lose two fingers today. One for being Curious f*cking George and another for lying to me. My men knew better than this.

“Sir…” Antonio called, but I paid no attention to him as I removed the knife from Wyatt’s neck. Whatever he had to say to me would have to wait. I pushed Wyatt down so that the top half of his body was flushed against the smooth surface, his hand laid out in front of me. It was a shame to have to do this to him, I thought briefly as I held the blade up, watching it gleam in the light. Then I gripped his wrist hard, pushing it harder against the countertop. Wyatt’s eyes continued to silently plead with me, but there was no turning back now. I had already taken my knife out and it was hungry for more blood.

“This is your offering to me for your transgressions. Let this be a lesson to you.” I smiled just as I brought the blade down on his thumb and pointer finger. His agony filled scream filled the air as the blade cut through his skin and bone with ease. Blood dripped from the blade as I lifted it up, crimson droplets falling on the surface. Wyatt yanked his hand from the table, hysterical screams falling from his lips.

“Remove him and send Stephen to clean this mess,” I told Antonio, taking a seat back at my desk in the middle of my office. I held the blade in my hand, completely captivated by the blood.

More blood would be shed.

People would die and it would all be at my hands.

I was the new king of the mafia.





Chapter Sixteen


Jared

The lights inside the bar blinded me, reminding me more and more why I shouldn’t be drinking, I told myself as I brought the beer to my lips. Her dark locks of hair in my mind. Her eyes were full of pleasure as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

Shaking my head, I forced the image of her away. What was the point of leaving and coming here if I had continued to think about her after I was gone? She was f*cking with my head, crawling under my skin, and embedding herself deep inside of me.

“Another?” The blonde behind the bar asked, signaling toward my beer. I tipped my chin up at her letting her know I would, in fact, take another.

“What the f*ck is up with you?” I rolled my eyes. I knew that voice and I knew what it brought. A f*cking headache.

“Nothing is up with me. I’m simply having a beer after a long, strenuous day of work.” Alzerro took the seat next to me, a beer sitting in front of him before I could turn to face him. One look at him told me he needed a drink more than I did. His hair was a mess, his eyes creased in worry.

He laughed low, his voice darker than usual. “You working? Really? I have yet to see a day where you were actually working.” I clenched my fist reminding myself of how rude it truly was to punch your best friend slash brother-in-law in the face, even if he did deserve it. Once an *, always an *.

“Isabella is a lot more work than you told me she would be.” I cursed myself the moment the words left my mouth. I had all but opened the door to a conversation about Isabella and me. Even more, I had opened up the chance to discuss my feelings. He tipped his beer back, a smile curving around the top of the bottle.

“Doesn’t matter what kind of woman they are. A woman, in general, is more work than just some easy lay.” Of course, he was speaking from experience. He was married to my sister after all.

“At least Bree isn’t being chased by the Russian Mafia and forced to live with a man who is unstable, and unavailable in every emotional sense.” Fuck! I had to be drinking something stronger than beer. There was no way I was having a deep conversation so open and freely with him.

“I think you have forgotten about the past. If I’m not mistaken, Bree once found herself in the home of a Mafia King with no way out.” He nudged my shoulder causing me to smile without cause.

“Oh, no. I remember the big ole mean Mafia King you used to be. That’s beside the point though. Isabella deserves better living conditions.” There was no way I was going to tell him she was causing me to feel things—things I had never felt in my life. That she was slowly worming her way into my mind and body, and eventually, she would end up in my soul, too. I could feel myself grow weaker for her touch every single day.