Page 26 of Dove

I took a deep breath through my nose, suppressing the urge to murder him right now. “And then what? Kill her?”

“No, we were supposed to send her back to you in pieces. Make her reject you so you’d be so distracted you wouldn’t see what was coming. She’d weaken you.”

Cazzo. Fuck!

Whoever this stronzo was, I was playing right into his hands. Iwasfucking distracted. All I cared about was fixing my little dove. But there was one problem with his plan. I didn’t care what was coming. He could burn the whole city. Destroy the family. As long as I had Kincaid, I’d be fine.

“And what did you say to her to make her break?” I ground my teeth together, trying to keep the demon inside me at bay. Ignoring the voice that told me to kill him. The way my hands twitched to do it.

The bastard smiled. Fucking smiled like I wasn’t seconds away from killing him. “The truth. That she was a fucked up little whore. That only a psychopath would enjoy getting tortured by you.” He laughed again, and the sound grated down my spine. “Man, was I fucking right. I almost feel sorry for the sweet little bitch. You’ll kill her one day. Monsters always ruin beautiful things. Of course, I got the impression that’s what she wan-”

My knife plunged into his neck before he could get the next words out. Blood sprayed across my face as I pulled it out and shoved it in again. The wound gushed, coating my hands with the hot liquid. None of it registered.

All I saw was my little dove being tortured by their words. Being shamed and ridiculed. The world telling her she was a freak when she was anything but. She was sweet and innocent. Loving. Kind. Strong.

“Porcaputtana.” Bloody hell.Bash’s rough voice sounded behind me.

For a moment longer, all I saw was red. Red tinted my vision. Red coated my hands. Red dripped to the floor.

Red.

Red.

Red.

I hated losing control. Hated not knowing. I didn’t know who the rat was. I didn’t know how to get Kincaid back. I didn’t know how to clear my mind.

I closed my eyes and pulled forward an image of Kincaid. I pictured her the last time we’d had sex the night before she’d been taken. I remembered how she came just from the pain. I pictured her porcelain skin covered with light burns. I could hear her begging and saying my name. I needed to see her like that again. Now before I killed anyone else.

The red haze cleared, and I turned around. Tristan and Bash both stood beside the door. I had no idea when they’d come in. “Let’s head back to the house.”

I moved through the empty building and out towards my car. My feet pounding the concrete before I ripped the door open. Tristan slid behind the wheel, and Bash took the passenger seat. I stripped off my shirt and pulled a fresh one from a bag I kept in the car. With a job like mine, I often needed to change. I used wipes to clean the blood from my hands and face.

“Call the clean-up crew.” Bash nodded to indicate he heard me.

We drove back to the estate in silence. I was lost in thought about what he’d said. About the things, Kincaid was no doubt replaying in her mind over and over again. I cracked my knuckles. Stabbing him wasn’t enough. He deserved worse for torturing her mind.

Tristan slammed the front door closed with more force than necessary. I ignored his disrespect as I walked towards the stairs to see my little dove. Until Bash’s voice finally broke the silence, stopping my dismal of them.

“Mad.” Bash gripped my shoulder to stop me. “Did you at least get a name out of him before you killed me?”

“He didn’t have a name.” I repeated the lie he’d told me.

“Figliodiputtana.”Son of a bitch.Bash yelled. “You can’t keep doing this?”

I glared at him as my blood started to boil again. I was the fucking boss in this house. The capo. Not him. Not that I cared about the hierarchy, but I sure as shit cared when he thought he could tell me what to do.

“Doing what exactly?” I kept my voice neutral and my arms at my side. When what I really wanted to do was wring his neck.

“Kincaid!” He shouted.

“What about her?” I ground my teeth together so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they turned to dust.

I wasn’t used to holding myself back, but after my failed interrogation, I feared I’d kill Bash if I didn’t stop myself. And I’d really hate to lose him. Not because I cared for him but he made my life easier. He knew my mannerisms and tendencies better than most. He could predict what needed to be done.

“Putting her above the business. Above the family. She doesn’t belong here. She needs to go.” He shouted; his jaw tensed with rage. “You lose your goddamn mind anytime someone talks bad about her. How many people have you killed for her already?”

“I don’t see why you care.” I clenched my fists as I stopped myself from killing my oldest…friend. I guess we were friends. I didn’t really form relationships like that, but if I did, Bash would be a friend.