Page 96 of Poison and Wine
I tsked at him. “You’ve been a very bad boy, Blake.”
His eyes peeled back in fear. “S-Sorry. Won’t do it again,” he mumbled through his split lip.
“You know, I’d love to say I believe you. That my wife was such a vision that it just made you so crazy you couldn’t help but touch her.” I shook my head. “But I’ve seen your record. You can’t keep your hands to yourself or your dick in your pants.”
Blake had the good sense to keep his mouth shut. There was nothing he could possibly say that would’ve saved him anyway. Reaching into my suit pocket, I pulled out my knife. “It would seem that by ending you, I’d be doing the female population of Massachusetts a solid.”
At the gleam of my blade in the light, an ear-piercing scream tore from Blake’s lips. When I took a step towards him, he began tugging frantically at the chains. Glancing over my shoulder, I nodded at Owen. Without a word, he closed the freezer door.
I didn’t have time to truly toy with him. I wanted to inflict agony for the suffering he had caused others. I knew despite what he had done to her and to other women, Caterina wouldn’t agree with what I was about to do. She would agree he deserved torture but not death. Even though she’d grown up in a mafia family, her heart remained pure. Her faith and her time in the order wouldn’t condone it.
As my shoes scraped over the metal grate in the floor, I gave thanks that it would allow the soldiers an easy clean up. I stepped behind Blake to where his back rested against my chest. It was the only way to ensure I didn’t end up with blood all over my suit.
After gripping Blake’s hair, I jerked his head, exposing his neck. Whispering into his ear, I said, “You won’t ever put your hands on a woman again.”
He screamed. But the moment my knife entered his throat, it began to warble and hiss. Once I’d sliced him from side to side, I tossed him away from me. His body lurched and trembled as the last bits of his essence flowed out onto the freezer floor.
At the squeaking of the door, I turned around to see two soldiers standing behind Owen. I nodded at them. “Make sure there’s not an ounce of blood to be found and ditch the chains. I don’t want to get fucked over down the road by the health inspector.”
“Yes, Mr. Kavanaugh,” they replied in unison.
After exiting the freezer, I went to the sink next to the backdoor to wash my hands. I handed off the knife to Owen. “Take care of that for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Once my hands were clean, I examined my clothes to make sure I was spotless. Caterina would lose her shit if she saw blood on me. After our dance floor make-out, the last thing I needed was for her to shut me out.
Finally I made my way up the stairs to the VIP section. Surveying the area, I found Kellan talking to a few of his buddies. “Where’s my wife?” I demanded.
“She wanted to dance, so Dare took her downstairs.”
Although I didn’t like the idea of her dancing without me, I couldn’t fault her for growing bored sitting around. I once again made my way downstairs. Gazing around the dimly lit room, I searched for Caterina.
And when I found her, red rage blinded my vision as my wife’s voluptuous ass gyrated against my bastard of a brother’s crotch. Not only was the son of bitch not stopping her, but he was grinning at her antics like a fucking Cheshire Cat. I would enjoy knocking the fucking smile off his face later tonight. I might punch out a few teeth while I was at it. At the moment, I only had one focus, and that was getting to Caterina.
As I made my way across the dance floor, I started pushing and shoving people. When I stood only a few feet from them, Caterina’s gaze locked with mine. Instead of appearing guilty for her erotic dance with Dare, her eyes popped wide with excitement before she leapt into my arms. “I missed you!” she exclaimed, peppering both my cheeks with kisses. I fought my surprise at how affectionate she was being.
Burying her nose into my neck, she inhaled sharply. “Mm, you smell so good, baby,” she crooned.
“Baby?” I questioned. I couldn’t imagine what the hell had gotten into her using a term of endearment on me. Especially considering what had transpired earlier with me and Jocelyn.
With a giggle, she replied, “Yeah, you’re my baby–you big, bad mafia man.”
I eased her back in my arms to stare curiously into her flushed face. Fuck me. My beautiful, young wife was completely banjaxed. She had no clue what she was doing, least of all with who.
“You’re banjaxed,” I pronounced.
Her nose wrinkled. “What?”
“It means yer fecking wasted, Kitten.”
Wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, she bent her head to whisper in my ear. “I might’ve had just a little bit to drink.”
With a grunt, I countered, “How can you possibly be this inebriated? I was gone for barely an hour.”
“Dare dared me to do shots,” she replied. Then she giggled. “Dare dared sounds funny, doesn’t it?”
I glared at Dare over her shoulder. “You did shots with my wife?”