A Promise of Torment (A Violent Agenda)

“What? Is this not what you wanted?” I sneer, putting all my strength into bringing my thighs together.

Until I’m crushing him.

Panic reaches his eyes. The fun part is watching his eyes bulge out and his face turn red when he realizes he can’t breathe. The downside is that I can still feel his cock inside me. Don’t think about that now. It’s not worth thinking about.

He snarls and smashes my face with his fist. Pain explodes in my mouth. A coppery taste fills it. But I don’t break my hold. I’ve been trained not to. Unless he knocks me out, I’m not letting go.

Tighter.

There’s a crack as I break a couple of his ribs.

“You…fucking….bitch,” he gasps, slamming his fist into me again. He only gets the side of my head because I turn at the last minute. Stars burst across my vision even so. I just laugh, especially when he claws at my legs and on the table. He’s trying to find the knife he dropped. Too late. I already have it.

Using everything I’ve got, I spit out a mouthful of blood, grip the hilt of the blade, and wrench myself up to ram steel into his fucking neck…

“No! Don’t!” A voice shouts across the room.

I jerk my head to Dino, and I have a split second to choose. Save Dino, or kill his fucking shit for brains brother who has his dick still inside me?

It’s not even a decision.

I hurl the knife at the guy holding the gun to Dino’s head about to pull the trigger. Then I ram my fingers into Kristian’s throat, so he slumps forward choking. Both men go down hard.

I don’t want to feel Kristian’s tiny dick inside me anymore, so I kick him backward and he falls to the floor on his knees, trousers hanging halfway down his thighs, hands pawing at his throat.

Pathetic.

I get down off the table, ignoring the raw feeling of my body, and the slice of pain through my busted lip. I’m surprisingly calm and detached, but there’s a tremble in my body and my legs don’t feel like they’re mine.

“Viola!”

I look at Dino darkly as he comes over, yanking the jacket off his back. “Why did you stop me?” I hiss.

“He was assaulting you!” Dino exclaims, placing the jacket around my shaking shoulders, eyeing Kristian who is still coughing his guts up on the floor. In his hand is the gun Kristian’s man was holding.

“All the more reason to fucking gut him then,” I say, teeth chattering.

Yes, chattering. I’m cold now. Freezing. I’m so fucking sick of not being able to control my own body. I hug the jacket closer. The material is soft and smells of Dino. I don’t miss him reaching for me, but he stops in time.

Don’t fucking touch me.

“Fucking bitch,” Kristian gasps from the floor.

Dino points the gun at him. “Stay put or I’ll blow your fucking brains out,” he says. But he doesn’t. He’s back looking at me like I might break. “Viola, are you alright? Fuck, you’re bleeding.”

I drop my gaze to my thigh where Kristian cut me. It’s not a deep cut. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. Nothing hurts. I’m just cold.

“I’m fine. Just shoot him already so we can leave,” I say, grabbing a napkin off the table and pressing it to my thigh.

“Kards won’t kill me. I’m the only family he has left,” Kristian says, breathing hard as he looks between the both of us. He focuses in on Dino. “Isn’t that right, little brother?”

“Screw family,” Dino growls, re-aiming the gun at his brother’s head.

“Then how about this. If I don’t check in with Griffin, Jude dies.”

Dino glares at Kristian, but he looks conflicted.

“He’s bluffing,” I say.