Warm water flows over my skin. Diego is whispering in my ear, but I can’t make out his words. He’s supporting my body. I feel the hard wall of his muscular and tattooed chest against my back and his arm snaked around my middle. My head tells me to fight though my body says let’s stay here where it’s warm.
Let’s stay with him.
The traitorous bastard.
Chapter 10
—Diego
Darkness falls, canvassing the room, and I watch her sleep. I got what I needed and got her cleaned up and warm. Seeing her
laying in my bed I know I have no choice. I can only hope I’ve not gone too far. Sybil will have to trust me. I’m doing this for her. That’s the lie I keep telling myself. Soon enough she’ll be reported as missing. Everyone—especially Wrath needs to believe she’s been taken or better yet that she’s dead.
She has been taken only not in the way they’ll think. Not in the way I want them to believe. Sybil belongs to me now. She’s mine. My dirty little Princessa with a filthy mouth. A tight little body built for taking my cock. A tempting mouth for me and only me to taste. I sweep her hair back and press my lips to hers. Fucking sweet, perfect, and tempting. My cock grows harder. Having her naked and wet in the shower it was hard not to fuck her but I’m not that big of a bastard. I won’t take her like that.
Now isn’t the time for that.
I still have work to do.
The stage has to be set.
I grab the bone saw from the kit Taty lifted from the hospital and lay it next to Sybil on the bed. Taking her hand in mine I massage her pinky finger praying she doesn’t wake up until it’s over. I don’t want to hurt her. However, there are certain things that must be done. Measures that must be taken. Laying her hand on the plastic on top of the metal cart. I wipe her finger down with alcohol pads. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, reminding myself I have a job to do. This is the only way. Doing this task is ripping me in two. I keep telling myself she will forgive me. When this is all through, she’ll understand. I’ve never had a weak stomach. Though mine is churning something fierce as I stare down at her slender fingers knowing what I’m about to do.
Sybil White must die in the eyes of those who wish her dead. This shit would be easier if I pulled the trigger like I was supposed to, but I’ve never been good at taking orders and doing what I’m told. My mother always said I was an unruly child. I wasn’t born to be a follower. I was born to lead.
I owe it to my father to take Wrath down if it’s the last thing I do. Even if it gets me killed, I’ll go out knowing I served my father’s memory well and released my mother from the prison she’s been living in.
Cutting through the knuckle, I sever the appendage and place half of her pinky finger in a Styrofoam cooler full of ice next to the jar containing a pig’s heart. It’s the best I could do on short notice.
I cauterize the blunt nub that is left with a hot knife blade and clean the wound rubbing more antiseptic over the appendage.
“Start the IV,” I order Taty. I’m not taking chances of an infection. She gets everything setup and administers Sybil a shot of morphine along with antibiotics. Once Taty is finished, I grab the cooler to deliver my message to Wrath and the bitch who hired him for the job.
Sybil has been taken. I’m keeping my word. Now let’s see if Wrath keeps his.
Leaving Sybil in Taty’s care while I do my business. I put the cooler in the passenger side of my truck and secure it in place with the seatbelt. I already took care of the rest this morning. I sent Wrath photos of Sybil in the grave he believes I buried her bloodied body in.
It was all staged, but this part has to be real. If the world is to believe she is dead, they’ll need proof. Her DNA. Physical evidence can’t be dismissed.
I set out to put this fucked up plan in motion. There’s no turning back. The idea came to me late the other night sometime after I fucked Sybil to sleep. There is only one way we both walk away. Only one way I can keep her. That’s to change the damn game.
I make the two-hour drive to the O7 clubhouse.
Perfect. The bastard is still here. Grabbing the cooler, I exit the truck.
As soon as I enter in the clubhouse Wrath is calling me into his office. Good. No time like the present to get this over with.
“Been waiting on your ass all day.” He grunts and sits behind his desk.
“Brought you confirmation. Had to do clean up.” I sit the cooler on the desk.
Wrath shifts in his chair, sitting up to open the cooler. “Nice work. Clean cut.”
“The finger is for your client. The heart is a gift. From me to you.”
Wrath chuckles. “You think I’m gonna take it home and sit it on the mantle. Your mom would lose her shit.”
“Never know with her.”