I stumble back, the air leaving my lungs. It is not seeing his lifeless body or the pain for my cousin's death. It's the box. This is Alec's biggest fear, and only three people knew. And two of them are dead.
It's not possible. “I need to leave.” My voice sounding strange to my own ears. Matteo and Samuel follow me to the car, and the rest of the men crowd around me on high alert. But how do you kill a ghost?
I pull the door open. “Stay, make sure the families don’t get in cemetery, send them home with an excuse.” They both nod. “Take me to my house.”
The driver looks up “Sir?”
“Not the mansion, my own house.”
Because I know his last little piggy is me, and that's where he wants me.
Twenty minutes later, we pull up outside my house. I know he’s watching; can sense he’s stalking his prey.
“Go home, tell no one to come here.” There's a moment of hesitation before he nods.
I walk up the path to a private house only a few people know about. It's a safe house with all the modern technology, but I turn it all off, disarming my security and protection knowing they are useless. Pulling off my jacket and tie, undoing a few buttons as I head for the kitchen, pulling out a glass and bottle of whiskey. Just as the first drop lands against the crystal, I feel the warm breath against the back of my neck, causing all the fine hairs to stand on end. It's too late to run.
Slowly I turn around and face him.
His eyes no longer dark, but now a bright green.
As I stare at this man, I know everything has been in vain. The truth finally revealed, and the last act played.
Loving that man had sealed my death.
Because I knew with every fibre.
Today was the day I died.
“Remy.”
Chapter Nine
Remy
The way Romeo whispers my name makes my stomach clench and lips pull into a snarl. Remy died years ago. When Romeo betrayed me. When I watched my family butchered in front of me; heard their screams and saw the blood that still stains the floor. I might not have taken my last breath that night, but I had lost my soul. My heart disappeared underneath the rage and need for revenge... I was the perfect storm. Appearing calm, you couldn’t see what was being unleashed underneath the surface.
“You were looking for me and I was right beside you. How does that knife in your back feel?” Every word is slowly pronounced. I want him to hear the promise wrapped in every letter. But I didn’t want to kill him straight away, no, he would suffer. He would know everything I’ve been through, every gory bloodstained part of what his poisoned lips caused. I watch as he licks his lips, and a habit he does when he is nervous. I hate that my eyes track his tongue. That my mind and body haven’t caught up with the fact he’s the cog that started all this. It was him. The boy I couldn’t get enough of. I could still remember his taste, how heavy his cock felt on my tongue. How we had felt like petrol and fire together. Romeo was all I ever needed. Then he fucking betrayed me. Left me in the darkness alone, letting my burning rage and hatred lead the way.
The look of lust in eyes, that he’s unable to hide, should make me sick, instead it brings pleasure to my balls as my dick twitches. Maybe I could have some fun first? Use every one of his holes until I am bored, then put one between those blue eyes. I try to control my breathing, clenching my hands to stop them reaching out and grabbing his hair and forcing him to his knees. To worship my dick, choke on it, watch the tears fall from his eyes as I cut off his air supply, pupils dilated in fear. I move around the kitchen, pulling a knife from the rack, twirling its blade on my thumb as I raise my eyes.
“You're not going to die.” I feel my lips curl. “Yet.” A dark laugh falls from my lips.
As if the sound pulls Romeo from his trance, he blinks, looking at me as if only now really seeing me.
“How?” That one word, three letters, snaps something inside of me. I send my fist flying into his face, catching his temple. I watch his eyes roll before he falls to the floor. I grab his legs, pulling him through the kitchen, down the hall to the room I know he has for holding people. His own torture chamber that now he gets to be up close and personal with.
Placing him in the makeshift holding pen; it is big, 6 foot by 12 would be my guess. The front is all glass, reinforced. Just a toilet and concrete floor. I spark up a cigarette, taking a seat, waiting for him to come around.
Screams pierced the air, waking me up. It took two seconds to realise they weren’t a wounded animal but came from my parents’ room. I had been a part of the violent world my father lived in. Something had happened, and my father had come home, tears streaking his face. He had walked right to me, kissed my head and within an hour we moved to a secret location. For the last month, we had moved around, but this house we had stayed longer. Only last night, I broke a rule and rang Romeo. Fuck, I missed him. I know he’d never betray my trust. We were going to run away together; this wasn't a crush it was deep seeded. If there is a reason I was born, Romeo Russo is it.
As I walk out into the hall, Sienna is standing
