Page 132 of Sinful Wrath

Alfonzo’s eyes flicker to the man and I take my chance.

I pull the trigger, sending a bullet straight into his chest.

Alfonzo’s eyes go wide as he stares down at the patch of blood on his shirt that grows larger by the second.

He stumbles back a few steps, clutching at his chest as he gasps before collapsing on the floor.

I stalk toward him, ready to make the killing blow.

“Mikhail!”

Lucia. My blood freezes.

She’s alive.

I look down at Alfonzo, whose face is contorted in pain as he clutches his chest. It seems this fucker is not wanting to die.

“Mikhail!” she cries again, and the air leaves my lungs.

“Go, I’ve got this.” Anton slaps me on the shoulder. “Lucia needs you.”

Right on cue, she screams my name again, and I take off.

“Lucia!” I roar as I sprint down the corridor.

“Mikhail!”

Her voice filters through the door at the end, and I race toward her, almost slipping on the damp floor.

I reach for the iron bolt that’s keeping the door locked,but it’s stiff as hell.

“Mikhail,” Lucia sobs.

“Screw this.” I take a few steps back. With a deep breath, I launch myself at the door, sending my shoulder into the wood with such force that the bolt breaks off, and the door swings open to reveal Lucia tied to a chair in the center of the room.

“Lucia.” I stumble inside.

Her ankles are bound with rope, and her wrists are tied behind her back. Her skin is pale and clammy, and there’s a significant amount of dried blood on the side of her head, no doubt from the blow Alfonzo gave her that knocked her out.

If he isn’t already dead when I get Lucia out of here, he’ll be wishing he was by the time I’m done with him.

I reach into my pocket for my knife and get to work untying her ankles. With every strangled sound Lucia makes, my heart feels as if it’s being cracked open.

“It’s okay,solnyshka.You’re okay.”

I gently massage her ankles.

The skin is red and blistered from where she must have fought against the restraints.

I keep repeating the words as I move behind her to untie her wrists.

“You’re here,” she sobs, her body trembling.

“Of course, I’m here.” I slice my knife through the ropes.

She sags as her arms come free, and I move to pull her into my arms.

“I’m right here,” I whisper, stroking her hair.