Page 13 of Traitor

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Page 13 of Traitor

He chuckled. “Already trying to replace what you’ve lost?”

“You know as well as I do that it isn’t possible to replace Miss Pettigrew.”

He shrugged. “I’ve had better.”

You just sealed your death.“I’m sure.”

He chuckled. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some things to attend to.”

As he turned back toward the car, I envisioned all the ways I could kill him. Planting a bomb beneath his car, for starters. Then again, that also put Char at risk. I could capture him and drag a knife across his neck. That way, I could feel his warm blood dripping down my hungry fingers as he shook and choked against me.

I grinned at the idea before I pushed it all away.

If I don’t succeed the first time in killing him, he’ll punish Char.

I tried not to get swept away envisioning how I’d punish her, but I couldn’t help it. I missed her, and her smile, and her smell, and her softness. I thought about tying her up and torturing her with endless orgasms until she cried and told me she was sorry. I thought about denying her all of the orgasms I wanted to give her until she admitted that I was the only one for her. Pleasant thoughts filled my mind as Lorenzo opened the car door, and when the sound hit my ears it pulled me from my thoughts.

And I found Char’s frightened, bloodied face peering over his shoulder.

You fucking bastard.

As quickly as he had opened the door, he closed it, and I steeled my gut as much as I could. I couldn’t let him know that I knew she was in there. She was so close, yet so far away, and I was on their turf. Which meant that if I attempted to snatch her up, hellfire would rain down on all of our heads and no one would make it out alive.

Char, included.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, I have a lot to attend to tonight,” Lorenzo said.

I nodded. “I’m sure you do. One last thing, though.”

He sighed. “Spit it out, Mateo.”

I slid my hands into my pockets. “When I retrieve Miss Pettigrew back from you, and I certainly will, I will slaughter one person in your family with my own two hands for every wound you leave on her body. Understood?”

He blinked. “You wouldn’t dare.”

I shrugged. “Try me, if you don’t believe me. But, I can guarantee you this: for every wound, it’s a sibling. For every bruise, a cousin. And for every scar left behind to remind her for the rest of her life of what you did? Well, let’s just say I’ve got men at my employ that don’t have the kind of morals I do.”

He gnashed his teeth. “At the end of the day, you’re just like all of us. Know that,Teo.”

I wiped his spit off my face and brushed it onto his suit. “Trust me, I know. But, it’s what you don’t know about me that should frighten you the most.”

He smacked my hand away and poised himself for a fight. But, I simply withdrew my cell phone out of my pocket. I knew Char was hurting. I knew she was wounded. And I knew she was in a lot of emotional pain. I couldn’t stand this any longer. I needed to get her back. I had played the game the best way I possibly could, but it was now time to stop fucking around.

Because any day now, I knew Char would succumb to the same fate all of Lorenzo’s other ‘playthings’ did.

And I couldn’t lose her for good.

I turned my back to Lorenzo and it took everything I had in me to walk away, because what I wanted to do was strangle that man with my bare hands and take Char into my arms. I had to play this smart, though. There was a war brewing that had nothing to do with her, and if I didn’t play my cards right she’d be the first casualty in it. I had to work under the assumption that everyone knew she was my weakness.

Especially since Lorenzo had such a big fucking mouth.

The head of my security picked up the phone. “Passcode?”

I slipped back into the building, keeping to the shadows. “Purple.”

“Repeat.”

I blinked. “Actually, no. Black.”


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