I get it. I just wish she didn’t have to witness this.
I let Fox have his fun, removing and cauterizing every digit on his body, including his penis.
“That’s enough Fox.”
I motion for Sofia to let me up. I take a step forward, but I find Sofia linking her hand with mine as she walks forward with me.
“Who is the man that helped you? I know he is part of a family. Who was it?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He mumbles, barely awake.
I slap his face a couple of times and his eyes widen.
“Who? Who was it?”
“F-F-F” He can barely speak.
“Fillipo?”
He barely nods.
“What did he want?”
“Y-y-our j-job.”
Its taking him forever to speak and I am cursing myself for not stopping the torture sooner.
“G-g-good l-luck w-w-w-ith h-h-er. S-s-he is a s-s-s-lut.” He spits out as his eyes find Sofia next to me.
I pull my gun and point it at his head. I am seconds from pulling the trigger when Sofia puts her hand up and covers mine. I look down at her confused. She pulls the gun from my hand. I look to Ryan and he gives a wobbly smile.
I am about to question her why when she turns, points the gun at Ryan’s head and pulls the trigger. Blood spatters, coving the plastic covering the floor, Sofia, and myself. The smile falling off his face when he realized what she was about to do was priceless.
I look to Sofia.
“I need shooting lessons and a gun. You better follow through this time.”
She places the gun in my hand as she turns and walks away. My dick stirs in my pants as I watch her.
Fuck that was sexy.
I hand Gio the gun then follow Sofia. I find her looking around the warehouse. At this point I would follow her anywhere.
“What are you doing?”
“I need a bathroom to clean this off.”
She gestures to her face. I study her looking for any crack in her exterior, but she looks strong. Confident.
“You won’t find what you are looking for. I’m fine. Fucker should have died a long time ago. Fucker got Matt shot. Fucker hurt Izzy and Mia. I’m happy he’s dead.”
I walk to her and grab her hand and pull her into the back of the warehouse. I go to the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I peel off my shirt and wet the bottom under the water and wipe her face. Once it is clean, she does the same for me.
“I really am okay, you know. Earlier was just the adrenaline running out. I was overwhelmed. I’m good now.”
“Killing people shouldn’t ever be okay.”
“No.” she sets down my shirt and looks into my eyes. “But, sometimes it is necessary. Today it was. I’m not going to feel guilty for protecting my family. For protecting you. Or for protecting myself.”
