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“I’ll always protect you, Kennedy.” I stared into her Jack Daniel colored eyes.
“Franco, I know. And I’ll do better from now on. No more putting myself in danger.”
I exhaled. “Thank you.”
My eyes fell on the blood seeping through her t-shirt. “Shit, you’re bleeding. I’ll re-bandage your wound before you get started.”
Gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I took her lips again with passion and desire. “Once you’re feeling better, we’ll consummate our marriage.”
Her tongue slicked over her lower lip. “I can’t wait.”
It was time for my wife to unleash terror on those who were supposed to be her family.
KENNEDY
MY HUSBAND HAD EVERY right to be upset regarding my actions tonight. I knew the tunnel vision issue was something I had to work on. When it came to protecting me and my team, I struggled to pull back.
A smile teetered on my lips as I thought about torturing. I hadn’t tortured multiple people at once in two years. The job I completed for Uncle Anson that almost got me, and my team killed, was probably some of the most savagery torturing I’d done in some time.
Hands curled around two switchblades, I paced in front of the three people who once made my life unbearable. I ignored Keziah and Isadora’s whimpers.
“Well, Dad, you’ll die with your favorite daughters by your side.”
It appeared Franco and his men used Dad’s face as their personal punching bag.
Dad’s right eye had taken so many hits it was on the brink of popping out of the eye socket. Both of his eyes were bloodshot. Red bruises covered his eyes and cheeks. His lips looked like small banana boats. They were so swollen.
Quinn and Bonnie chuckled.
“I love you, too, Kennedy,” Dad said.
They sat in only their underwear. It made torturing so much easier.
“Awe, that’s sweet coming from the man who controlled my life. Used me until there was almost nothing left. If it wasn’t for Quinn moving to Portland, I’m not sure I would’ve mustered up the courage to leave.”
I peeked at Quinn. He sat on the edge of the square table we used to place bottles of wine on before we packed them in a cart for the feasts. My gaze moved to my husband, who lounged in a plush chair catty corner from where I stood so he’d have a great view. My old and new team were waiting for the action to start.
“My mother loved me. I just wish she and I could’ve gone off into the sunset and been our own little family.”
“Kennedy, I gave you everything,” he yelled.
“People envied you. You were the queen of the Carter Empire. No one could fuck with you. You’re just like me and you know it.”
“No.” I pointed the switchblade at him. “I would never steal my children’s youth for my personal gain. You should’ve pimped these Barbie bitches out.”
“Dad, would never do that,” Keziah laughed.
I halted in front of her. “You’re right, he wouldn’t.” I slid the sharp blade along her high, yellow cheekbone. “Look where all your light skin beauty got you. A seat before the queen.” I pushed the blade into her skin.
“Ah,” she welled as I slipped the blade down her jaw. Blood seeped down her face. “Yeah, look at that.” I smacked her bloody cheek twice. “Your face will become a work of art before I’m done.”
Stepping in front of Isadora, I smiled from ear to ear. “I’m not sure who was meaner to me, you or Keziah. One things for certain, you’ll both turn into ashes tonight.”
“No,” Isadora begged.
Franco’s laughter ripped through the air. “Yes, just think, Mrs. DeLuca will send you out in a blaze of glory.”
Laughter erupted around the room.
