Dirty Addiction (Dirty 2)

He doesn’t answer. I already know how. I left one guard, and I’ve threatened them all with their lives when only one guard is on duty to never leave the premises if a Carini is still in the house. Gia must be home. She needs protection. It’s my fault for calling my men here to defend our turf, without leaving more behind to protect what’s mine.

I end the call, shove the phone back into my pocket, and I run to my car. I hop in, speeding off as my wheels squeal against the pavement.

Thoughts of what Armas could be doing to Eden right now cloud my head. His lips on hers. His dick inside her tight cunt, making her cry out while he breaks her.

All the things I wanted to do to her and barely got a taste of. Things that I could never entirely go through with myself.

I thought it was what I wanted. I couldn’t break Eden myself so why not let Armas do the dirty work? But now that it is happening, it’s not what I want.

And I need to teach him a lesson for thinking he could take what’s mine off my property. He knows I’m going to retaliate for breaking my rules.

I’m not far from his house. Assuming that’s where Armas has taken Eden. Maybe I can save her before anything happens.

I press my foot down all the way on the gas, my car speeds up, and I hit the apex of each of the turns that weave through the woods. I shouldn’t drive so fast, not on these roads. But I push my limits to get to his house faster.

Ten minutes. That’s how long it takes me, when usually it would take more than twenty. The gate to Armas’s property is closed, but it’s nothing my car can’t handle.

I rev the engine, going full speed again, breaking the flimsy lock on the gate as my car bursts through it. I don’t stop until my car is right outside the side door leading into the house.

I jump out of the car and draw my gun. Armas doesn’t deal with weapons or anything illegal, but he has security guards who wouldn’t have any difficulty shooting me. I didn’t bring any backup of my own. I considered it, but I don’t need the help. And I don’t want any witnesses for what I decide to do Armas. My men have no problem with torture or killing, but they may give my actions pause when it comes to innocent rich men who could have been their boss instead of me.

“Sir, Armas is busy at the moment. If you’d like to come back later, I’ll let him know you came by,” one of his security guards says, coming outside.

God, he needs to train his men better. You shoot first, ask questions later.

He didn’t notice my gun yet, so I let it hang in my hand casually to my side.

I smile as I walk up to him like I want to give him a message to deliver to Armas. When I’m a foot away, I draw my gun again aiming it at his head.

He puts his hands up in surrender.

I shake my head. Idiot.

“Where is Eden?”

“Who?”

“Don’t act dumb. Where is Eden? The woman Armas stole from me this morning. I know he brought her here.”

The man stares down at my gun like he’s never had a gun aimed at him before.

I roll my eyes. You never hire someone who hasn’t at the very least had a gun aimed at them. Preferably you want someone who has been shot before. That way you know they understand the risks and are adequately trained.

I see another man step out, out of the corner of my eye. I shoot him in the chest without a second thought. The man drops to the floor.

“How many other guards does Armas have?”

The man’s eyes cut to the man lying lifeless on the floor behind him. “It’s just the two of us.”

“Don’t lie to me or I’ll kill you, like I did him.”

The man swallows. “I’m not lying.”

“Good. Now, where is Eden?”

He glances up. “She’s upstairs in Armas’ bedroom. It’s the third bedroom on the left.”

I smirk. “Good boy.” I strike him hard in the head with the end of my gun. His body falls to the floor as I race inside. I cough on the intense flowery smell when I enter his house. If he doesn’t rape her, he’s going to smother her to death with the scent of roses.