Page 80 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
“You sure you want to do this?” I ask Reese.
She aims the gun at Vance’s head, getting a feel for the metal. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“My wife won’t like it if you take off my head ’cause you don’t know how to handle that thing,” Vance growls.
“I can handle myself fine, Vance. You’re in excellent hands. So what’s the plan?”
“We go in there and kill the motherfucker,” Ciaran chimes in, flashing his fangs.
Vance shoots him a disgusted look. “You gonna drain him like a vampire?”
“Fuck you, man. The ladies love them.” Ciaran wags his eyebrows. “Sharpened for her pleasure.”
I chuckle. “Your father is already at the warehouse. You probably won’t need the gun. He’s tied up under the supervision of our men. There’s no plan other than going in there, setting him on fire, and leaving.”
“If you already have him, why the hell do you have a cavalry going in with you?”
I shrug. “Poetic justice. Ciaran, Finn and I had our lives wrecked by him, and Vance has been playing house and needs a little more excitement in his life.”
Vance raises an eyebrow, appearing every bit the lethal killer. “Wait until you’re playing house yourself, brother.”
I smile at my old friend, flicking the Zippo on and off. “I think I’m good. I’m marrying a Principessa. Her blood lust runs deep.”
“Marrying?” Reese asks, her gaze fixed on me.
God, she’s so fuckin’ beautiful it hurts to look at her. She’s the bright light at the end of the dark tunnel that is my life. She better believe I’m going to marry her. There’s no way in hell I’m losing her, the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“Yes, when all this is done, I’m putting a ring on it.”
“Do I even have a say in this?”
“Nope.”
“I’m holding a gun, Enzo. You sure you want to play that game?”
“Baby, if you don’t marry me, you might as well shoot me ’cause there’s no way I’m ever letting you go.”
She smiles, leans over, and kisses me on the cheek. “You’re fuckin’ crazy.”
“Say the rest,” I demand.
“And I fuckin’ love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.”
Ciaran makes gagging sounds as he pretends to choke himself on his chains. We both turn and flash him a dirty look, mine far more lethal than Reese’s.
“What? You two are pretty fuckin’ disgusting. All this lovey-dovey bullshit. My boys are dropping one by one like flies.” He points a finger at Finn. “And this one is no barrel of laughs. He barely fuckin’ talks.”
“I can’t wait until you find someone, asshole,” I say, my arm around Reese’s shoulder, moving her closer to me.
“Fat fuckin’ chance. Once you settle down, you’re fucked for life. Besides, my tastes are too much for most women to deal with long-term.”
Vance and I stare at each other and laugh. “Yes, we said that, too.”
The warehouse is on the outskirts of town. Vance and I bought it years ago, thinking we’d turn it into a club. Maybe we will someday, but in the meantime, we’ve been using it to dispose of people who’ve become a liability. It’s a discreet place that doesn’t bring about questions.
As we walk in, our men circling Vincent step aside. When the fucker sees my face, there’s a flash of fear in his cold, calculating blue eyes. Then that fear turns into confidence. I’m sure he thinks he can fuck with my mind like he used to, but those days are long gone. I’ve trained my whole life for this moment, sold my soul to the devil just so I’ll have time to watch the flames engulf him and burn his flesh like he’s done to so many other children and me.