Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“I’ve been planning your death for a while now,” I tell Aris. “I imagined all the ways I’d cut you and drain you of your blood. How I’d make you suffer slowly. But then I realized it’s not up to me.” I pat Talia’s thigh. “It’s up to her.”
She rises from my lap and I rake my eyes down her perfect jean-clad ass.
“I trusted you,” she says, her voice small as she picks up the knife from the table. “I tried to comfort you.”
“Aww,” Aris taunts, his nostrils flaring. “You thought your magical pussy would make me all better? Sorry, princess, but your cunt is just like every other cunt out there. Although, you squealed like a little pig when I shoved my dick in it.”
She freezes and I’m tempted to leap over the table to crush his fucking skull. But I won’t. Not unless she asks me to. And my brave wife doesn’t ask for help. She slowly approaches him, like a viper ready to strike. The knife in her grip gleams in the light.
“You raped me,” she accuses, her voice breaking. “You took advantage of my kindness and then you took advantage of me.”
He laughs hatefully. “It didn’t feel like rape when you were impaled on my cock. It felt like vindication.” He sneers at me. “How does it feel knowing I popped that cherry, big brother? Does it burn you up every night knowing your brother’s dick has been inside your wife? Does it—what the fuck?”
Blood runs down his cheek from the slash of the knife. Her body trembles as she stares down at him.
“It was rape and you know it,” she seethes. “Admit it and I’ll let you keep your cock.”
“My cock belongs to you, though, bitch,” he taunts. “You damn near begged for it the whole time I had you holed away from Kostas. If Selene weren’t there, you know we would’ve already made another baby.”
She slashes again, this time ripping through his bottom lip. Blood runs thick down his chin. His eyes turn wild as he realizes he’s dying in this living room. Tonight. At the hand of the one he brutalized.
Eye for a fucking eye.
Even Howler learned that lesson.
“Say it,” she orders. “Say it or I’ll cut you a thousand times. Don’t fucking test me, Aris. I will. I’ll cut you for every time I lied to your face and told you Zoe was your daughter.”
His nostrils flare. “I raped you because I could,” he sneers. “I haven’t deflowered a virgin since I was a fucking teenager. I should have taken your ass instead.”
She turns her head to look at me, tears gleaming in her blue eyes. Even had he not admitted, I knew the truth. But this was something she clearly needed to hear. To confirm. For me to know without a shadow of a doubt. This is her vengeance, not mine.
Yes, he took and took from me, but he didn’t take that.
He stole her virginity and her freedom. He stole her happiness.
For that, she will make him pay.
I give her a nod of support and a wink.
“You thought you could bring down my husband, but you couldn’t,” she whispers, turning back to him. “You couldn’t because you were always the weak one. The unloved one. The least favorite. Poor little Aris. Only Mommy loved you, but even still, she loved you equal to your brother.”
“Fuck you,” he roars. “Don’t ever talk about my mother.”
“Your mother is rolling in her grave because the man she hated most is the man you turned out to be,” Talia continues, her body vibrating with power. “You turned into him. Ezio. You’re that spineless bastard, weak and afraid.”
“I am not like that motherfucker!” he screams, his face turning purple with rage.
Aww, someone still has daddy issues.
“You always did look more like the gardener,” I muse aloud.
Talia laughs. “How does it feel to be powerless? You only had the illusion of power for a short while there. Your brother always wielded it and it drove you fucking crazy. He got the empire, he got the girl, and he got the kid.” She slashes again, this time slicing a big gash on the side of his neck. “What do you have, Aris? A mediocre cock in your pants and a burning desire to be him?” She points her knife at me. “Well, you’re not him. Not even close.”
“Go to hell,” Aris slurs, his skin quickly paling with the blood loss that’s pouring like rivers down the side of his neck.
She straddles his thighs and presses the tip of the blade against his chest, right over his heart. “You soon will.” Her body trembles, but she doesn’t make the move.
“Talia?” I ask, rising to my feet.
A sob chokes her. “I want to, but…”
Walking over to her, I stare down at my brother she’s singlehandedly ruined with her knife. I could end him right now. Hell, we could leave him and he’d bleed to death within minutes. That won’t bring her peace, though. She needs to do this.