Gripping the gun, I spy Marco in his cramped kitchen. His back is to me and despite the dog barking in the distance, warning him that I’m here, he’s too fucking engrossed in the cheap whore he’s hired for the night.
She sits up on the counter with her legs spread wide as Marco slams into her with a force that couldn’t be comfortable. I don’t doubt that he’s hurting her but because he’s paid for her, he thinks that she’s his to do with as he likes.
Her pained groans sound through the warehouse walls and has my jaw clenching, even more determined to finish him. It’s pretty fucking obvious that he’s hurting her, but he couldn’t care less.
I wonder if she knew what she was getting herself into when she showed up here tonight.
Marco DeCarlo is fucking scum. He has zero respect for anyone but himself, but I guess after tonight, that won’t matter because I won’t be leaving this shitty warehouse until it’s done.
I just know that Ocean is going to find out about this. With her connections to the Black Widows, she’ll know what I've done before the night is out and she’s going to hate me for it.
I stopped her from taking revenge on Jude and ending his life knowing the guilt that would have sat on her chest until her dying days. She’s too good, too pure, but me? I’ve been a fucking goner since the day I was born. There’s nothing good left. The only good I have comes from Ocean. She makes me a better person, she makes me want to be her everything.
She won’t forgive me for this. She thinks I'm stronger, she thinks I have self-control, she thinks I’m different from the guys she grew up with but she’s wrong. I'm just like them. The things I’ve done … fuck, I’m not proud of myself, but I’m my father’s son. If only she knew who I really was, she’d hate me.
I’ve seen the way she pulled away from Nic when she saw him end another man’s life and it would kill me if she did the same to me. She’s too fucking precious. I want her with me all the time. She thinks she’s this big badass bitch who can face down anything, but truth be told, she’s like a little puppy with a nasty bite. She needs to be protected at all costs because girls like her are fucking rare.
I never intended for her to find Jude in that cellar but she did, and every day I fear that the darkness I brought down on her is too much for her soul to bear. She’s surprising me though. I don't think I gave her enough credit. She’s fucking stronger than I ever thought.
Maybe that’s why I pushed her away so hard at the start. It’s almost as though deep down, I knew she was going to destroy me. She was going to get inside my world and tear it apart from the inside out. I think on some level, I knew that she’d discover all of my secrets, and damn it, I’m so fucking bewitched by her, that if she decided to take me down, I’d go willingly.
The question is; what’s she going to do with my secrets once she finds them out? Surely she knows me well enough to know that I'd never hurt her. I’m not a bad guy, I just handle the shit that others are too fucking scared to touch.
I guess tonight, I'll finally have my answers.
Taking a breath, I unhook the open padlock from the chained backdoor and gently drop it into the overgrown grass. I’m never going to get a chance like this again. It’s too good. Too easy.
Fuck, I must sound like her father. I don’t enjoy death, but there’s no mistaking the power that taking a life gives you. It’s a rush and for that slight moment, I’m untouchable. I don’t chase that feeling though, not like Ocean’s old man did. Hell, not like her precious Widows still do.
I kill out of necessity. I kill because it’s the right thing to do. I should have fucking killed Jude, but he was handled. I’m just glad I got the chance to tell him exactly what I thought of him. He’s going to spend the rest of his life behind bars and that’s the outcome that Ocean needed, whether she comes forward or not.
I push the door open and cringe at the soft squeal of the metal hinges. I pause in the darkness, listening out for Marco but he’s too engrossed in his whore’s raw pussy to notice that his life is only minutes away from ending. I guess he’s lucky to be dying with his dick wet. If only Maryne was offered the same generosity to die doing something she loved.
Confident that my presence hasn’t been made known, I sneak in through the back door, leaving it open for a quick getaway. There’s nothing worse than having a nosey neighbor peering through the window after hearing a gunshot and accidentally getting your dumbass locked in the house. After spending twelve hours hiding in an attic, I very quickly learned from that mistake.
I creep through Marco’s home, looking over the way he lives. He’s twenty-six and living in a run-down warehouse. He’s a fucking slob. There’s shit all over the place. Old takeout containers, probably from when he was in town last, dirty clothes, and not to mention the state of the bathroom. I’m doing him a fucking favor here.
I walk through to the kitchen and find my mark. His back is still to me while his paid pussy is digging her nails into his back but not for the same reasons that Ocean digs hers into mine. This chick is in pain and it’s about time I put her out of her misery.
Marco grunts in pleasure. “Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you, you dirty little slut.”
I hold back a gag. I’ve never understood men calling their women dirty sluts. Have a little class. If you treat a woman well, she’ll do the same for you. It’s simple math.
I walk up behind them and as I grow nearer, I raise the gun to the back of Marco’s head. The woman sees it within a split second of warning and her eyes go big before a squeal tears out of her.
The barrel of the gun presses against the back of his head and he freezes with his hands in the air. The girl instantly pulls back from him with a pained groan, watching me with wide eyes. “Go,” I tell her.
She doesn’t hesitate and sprints out the door, leaving her clothes behind.
“That was a fucking mistake,” Marco spits, not bothering to turn around. He would have hundreds of enemies all wanting to stand where I stand right now. Not turning around to see who’s at his back is a mistake, but making any kind of move would also be a mistake. I guess it doesn’t matter. Either way, he’s going to end up dead.
“Turn around.”
He takes his time but does as he’s told, assuming the man at his back is too fucking pussy to pull the trigger.
As he meets my eyes, his lips twist into an amused grin. “If it isn’t Carrington Jr.” he laughs. “I’ll give you two seconds to get out of here. Trust me, you’re not going to like the repercussions of coming onto my turf.”
“Just like you’re not going to like the repercussions of coming onto mine. Tell me, how’re your brothers doing? I trust they’re becoming well acquainted with their new housing situation.”
His face falls as if only just realizing who’s responsible for putting his scumbag brothers behind bars. To be honest, I’m a bit disappointed in him. His father dearest had worked it out in no time. I guess there’s a communication issue between the family. I had originally planned the same fate for Marco, but in his case it was a little different. It would have been as easy as handing over my home security footage to the cops, showing the moment he ended Maryne’s life but I found myself holding onto it.