How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 17&18

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HOW TO LOVE YOUR WIFE

How To Love Your Wife – Chapter 17&18

[𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 & 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.

☆ 𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆. ☆

©𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞

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[𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈 – 9am]

Romeo sat in his office, flipping through the reports on the pier incident, his expression blank.

“So what have you all been doing about this? Don’t tell me you’re slacking down,” he said, eyes sharp on Tiago.

“Nancy already has a lead, but I’m not sure she’ll get anything from it if she treats it personally,” Tiago replied.

“Why?” Romeo looked up, leaning forward.

“One of the main suspects is her friend, and she abducted Nancy’s boyfriend out of personal interest.”

Romeo chuckled low. “Well, that girl is dead.”

“I’ll look into it myself,” he added, waving Tiago off.

Tiago nodded and walked out, door clicking shut.

Romeo grabbed the bottle from the table, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He took a sip and coughed hard, the burn hitting wrong.

He’d felt off all morning, headaches pounding since last night after the restaurant, stomach twisting from overthinking, almost puking earlier.

He pulled out his phone, sent five new messages to Rias. Nothing back. He sighed heavy.

“Is she mad at me?”

The door swung open and Lin strutted in, wearing a tight blue mini dress that hugged her curves, low-cut top showing deep cleavage, black heels clicking loud.

No bra, her ni+ples poking through the thin fabric, the hem barely covering her as$.

“Hi Romeo,” she said, catwalking right up to his desk, hips swaying.

“What is it Lin? Look, I’m not in the mood for your nagging,” He said, not looking up.

She pouted, leaning over the desk.

“C’mon, I ain’t even nagging you much. I’ve stayed away from you for a few days now, didn’t I? Count it as your break.”

“What is it?” he asked, voice flat.

“Well, I’m bored and I want you to keep me company.”

“Do I look like your nanny?” He glared at her.

She slid around the desk, hand on his chest, rubbing slow over his shirt.

“Come have a drink with me at the bar. It’ll take your mind off shit. Just one, please? You need it.”

“I can’t even say no?” he grumbled.

“You know I won’t stop pestering you. Don’t be such a meanie, I’m not even doing anything wrong.” She said, fingers pressing firmer, nails light on his pecs.

He rolled his eyes, snatched his car keys off the desk.

“Let’s go.” He stood and walked ahead.

She giggled, hurrying after, clutching his arm tight as they headed out.

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[𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

Hinata yawned as she shuffled downstairs, dreaming up a killer new lunch recipe for Angelo when he comes home.

He walked down expecting peace and quiet, but nope, there was Reiko, smugly setting the dining table for two, like she owned the place.

“What the hell! Who let you in here? Security!” Hinata barked.

“Good morning, big sister,” Reiko cooed, all fake-sweet.

Security hustled in.

“Why is she here?” Hinata demanded.

Reiko waved him off. “Relax, it’s still morning. I made breakfast myself—for you.”

The security shrugged and bailed out.

Hinata gripped the chairback, glaring. “You must be stupid if you think I’ll touch anything you cooked.”

Reiko chuckled. “Don’t be scared, I didn’t poison it. C’mon, sit. I won’t kill you… at least not yet.”

Reiko plopped down. Hinata sat, eyeing her warily as Reiko dug in first, even scooping a bite onto Hinata’s plate to “prove” it.

Finally, Hinata snatched fork and knife, attacking the food like it owed her money.

“What do you want? I’m disgusted by you. No remorse for your crap, and now you’re after my husband? How petty can you be?”

“C’mon, Hinata, nothing wrong with sharing. Why won’t you share anything with me?” Reiko whined.

Reiko leaned in, unleashing her nonstop blab-fest.

“Angelo should be mine, sis and you know it. We met first when we were young, and things went smoothly. We’re soulmates! But you had to come into the picture and ruin it all. ”

She rambled on forever, gesturing wildly about their “epic history,” until Hinata stretched like a predator, grabbed a fistful of Reiko’s hair, and yanked her forward.

Reiko’s chest thwacked the table, dishes rattling. Hinata stood, slamming Reiko’s face straight into the bubbling bowl of hot spicy soup and held it there, pressing down with gleeful fury.

“You little bi,×ch, don’t know when to stop, huh?! Do I have to repeat myself every damn time?!” Hinata snapped.

“Your useless life’s one big flop, chasing my man ’cause your own calendar’s emptier than your brain cell count! No job, no friends, no husband , just stalking men like a discount homewrecker. Stay outta my life, you spicy soup reject!! Why can’t you meddle somewhere else, like your own pathetic mirror?!”

Reiko’s screams exploded.

“AIIIEEE! MY EYES, IT’S HOT!”

Her face ignited into a blazing crimson mask, hot soup scalding her skin like a rogue deep-fryer.

Peppers and spices invaded her eyes, burning like acid fireworks; she bucked and flailed, knocking utensils airborne, her howls a mix of gurgling agony and cartoonish yelps.

Blisters bubbled on her cheeks from the molten broth, chunks of chili clinging to her lashes like fiery war paint—it was peak comedy pain, Reiko thrashing like a soup-soaked gremlin.

Hinata shoved her off, wiping her hands. “Now, where is that damn security?!”

He rushed in.

“The next time she steps foot here, you and your colleagues can kiss your jobs goodbye. Do you understand?!”

“Yes, ma’am!” He hooked Reiko under the arms and dragged her out—soup dripping, face a red-hot disaster, her wails echoing like a bad opera as she clawed at the floor.

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[𝐁𝐀𝐑]

The Bar stayed quiet since it was still early, only a few people nursing drinks here and there. Romeo and Lin grabbed a booth in the corner, ordered whiskey for him and vodka soda for her.

She scooted right up beside him, her thigh glued to his.

“So, I barely know anything about you. C’mon, tell me something,” Lin said, taking a sip, leaning closer.

Romeo stayed silent, eyes on his glass.

“Are you going to ignore me all day?” She frowned, elbowing him light.

“I don’t remember agreeing to chit-chat with you,” he said flat.

“Oh well, doesn’t matter. I’ll do the talking.” She stood slow, then dropped onto his thighs, ass nestling firm against him.

“So, I do know one thing about you,” she teased, voice dropping.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s that you…” Her fingers trailed down his chest, brushing over his belt, then pressing his crotch. “…are very huge down there. Heard there’s a piercing too.”

“How’d you know? Let me guess, Candy,” he said.

“How do you know? Haven’t you f+ked a lot of girls? Could be literally anyone,” she shot back.

“Well, I got pierced just a few months ago and she’s the first bi+ch I f+ked with it.”

“I guess you are smart,” Lin said, hand rubbing slow.

“So what do you want?” he asked.

“Lin Dragoni. Has a nice ring to it.” She grinned.

He arched a brow.

“I want you Romeo. I want you to make me your woman.”

“So sad, I already have someone else. My rule number one is I don’t cheat on anyone I call my woman, so your efforts to seduce me are pointless.” He leaned to her ear, breath hot.

“You won’t be getting a taste of me.”

That gravelly whisper hit her like a shockwave, her pussy clenching hard, wetness flooding instant, cli× pulsing as her panties soaked through.

She snatched her drink, chugged it fast, then swung her leg over full, straddling him on the couch, knees planted wide on both sides, tits brushing his chest.

She tied her hair up quick in a bun, neck bare. “Let’s make a deal.”

“Go on,” he said, hands loose on her waist.

“If I make you hard, real hard, you’re gonna fuck me. And you won’t stop until I want to.”

“Deal?” she pressed, grinding down teasing.

“Deal,” he agreed.

She smirked sharp. “Let’s see how good you do.”

Lin rocked her hips slow and deliberate on Romeo’s lap, her soaked p+nties the only barrier between her aching p+sy and the bulge she was desperate to feel.

Just fabric rubbing his p+nts, grinding her cli× right over him with every roll, heat building fast as she stared into his eyes.

He sipped his whiskey casually, watching her like it was nothing, ice clinking in the glass.

Her hands grabbed the hem of her tight dress at her chest, yanking it down rough to her waist, her tits spilling out bare, nipples hard and begging.

She snatched his drink from his hand, tipped it slow over her chest, whiskey streaming cold down her cleavage, over her stomach.

Her hands smeared it everywhere, rubbing her tits slick, pinching her ni+ples, making them shine wet as she m+aned low, hips never stopping.

Her fingers worked his shirt buttons open fast, exposing his chest. She leaned in, lips crashing his hard, tongue shoving deep, kissing messy and hungry while grinding harder, her p×sy dripping through her p+nties onto him.

“Are you done?” Romeo said, voice bored, pulling back.

She frowned big, hand diving straight to his crotch. Nothing. Not even a twitch, soft as f+k.

“What the…”

“You’re such a turnoff,” he said, smirking cold.

Lin slid off him pissed, grabbing her glass and chugging it down furious, face hot with embarrassment.

—
A while later, the drinks were piling up, she was tipsy as hell, slurring a bit, clinging to his arm like a koala.

“You’re so cruel. You’re the hardest guy. You don’t give in to ladies, so mean.” She grabbed her fresh drink, downed more.

She was so drunk.

“You know the alliance between my clan and yours was a scheme,” she spilled, words loose from the booze.

“I used it to get close to you… and for my dad to ruin the Ryukai. Next shipment of cargo? Will be a total disaster. My dad’s trusted ally’s sending his best men to hijack it. That’s how loyal he is to my clan.”

Romeo smirked widely, she just handed it all over, no push needed. He slipped a pill from his pocket, dropped it quick into her glass while she rambled.

She grabbed it blind, gulped it down.

“Want to f+k?” he asked low, eyes dark.

“Yes baby, I want to f+k real hard,” Lin slurred, lunging to kiss him sloppy.

He scooped her up easy, her legs wrapping his waist, and carried her straight to a back room, the door slamming shut. She clawed at him, m+aning loud, high off whatever hit her system.

A while later, the door creaked open. Some rough guy stepped in, eyeing her sprawled on the bed, dress hiked up, tits out, grinding air desperate.

“She’s all yours,” Romeo said, casual as hell, walking out without a look back.

The guy licked his lips slow, locking the door, already unbuckling his belt.

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[𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚]

Rias and Ashton were on his big bed in the villa. Ashton was shirtless, laying back against the pillows.

Rias straddled his lap, her hands running over his chest as she leaned down, kissing his neck, jaw, and lips over and over. Her hips ground slow against him, teasing.

Ashton held his phone, scrolling and tapping, trying to call Ginger’s number again. It rang out but no answer. He sighed and tossed the phone on the nightstand.

“Finally,” Rias murmured against his mouth, nipping his bottom lip.

She grabbed his hands and put them on her ass, squeezing to make him grip harder. “You’re mine now.”

He smirked, sliding his fingers under her shorts, rubbing circles. “Yeah? Show me how bad you want it.”

She m×aned soft, rocking faster, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“You know how. Bet you’re already hard for me.” She reached down between them, palming him through his shorts, stroking firm. “F+k, yeah you are.”

“Keep that up and I won’t let you stop,” He said, bucking up into her hand, his other hand yanking her shirt up to suck on her b👀bs.

“Don’t wanna stop,” She breathed, grinding down harder, kissing him messy and deep now, tongues sliding. “Gonna ride you till you beg.”

His phone buzzed loud on the bed stand. Ashton groaned but grabbed it, glancing at the screen.

Message from Zhao: Get to the casino. Now.

“Sorry babe, I need to be somewhere,” He said, sitting up a bit, still holding her hips.

Rias pouted, still moving slow on him. “Is it important? I’m really horny right now.”

He chuckled, kissing her quick and hard.

“Yeah, it’s important. I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” He kissed her again, softer, then lifted her off gently.

She huffed as he rolled out of bed, her horniness vanishing, as he grabbed his jeans and a shirt from the chair, pulling them on fast.

He leaned over, pecked her lips one more time.

“Be good.” Then he was gone, door clicking shut.

Rias frowned, staring at the ceiling for a sec, bored. She grabbed her phone and called Romeo.

“Hello,” She said.

“Hello.” He answered, voice low.

“Rias… I’ve been texting you since morning,” he added quick.

“Where are you?” she asked.

“I’m at my pool house.”

“Send me the address.” She hung up without waiting.

She swung her legs off the bed, grabbing her clothes from the floor—shirt, shorts, bra. Pulled them on quick, fixed her hair in the mirror, and headed out.

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[𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞]

Romeo sat shirtless on the lounge chair right at the pool’s edge, water lapping gentle around his legs. Rias settled next to him, her feet dipping in too.

He grabbed the wine bottle from the small table, poured her a glass, and handed it over.

“Thanks,” she said, taking a sip, the cool liquid hitting just right under the sun.

“I’m surprised you came to see me,” he said, grinning as he topped off her glass.

She tilted her head. “You mad about the date?”

“Nah,” he replied quick.

“Sorry I didn’t show up,” she added, not knowing whether she meant it.

“It’s fine,” he shrugged.

He leaned back a bit. “Your birthday’s coming up in a month, you know.”

She smiled. “You planning a gift?”

“Don’t know if you’d like it… but what about a trip? Two days, just us.”

“A trip? To where?”

“Paris. I already booked it. Not sure if you’re down though.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Yeah, I’m in.” She said.

He looked so happy when she said yes, that smile and wide with perfect teeth flashing.

“Really? You won’t ditch me?” He said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show up this time. We’ll go together.” she said.

He smiled.

She caught herself smiling for real, just from his energy. His smile hit different, it’s addictive as hell.

“You have a really pretty smile, you know,” she said softly.

He looked at her, staring intensely, her eyes locked on his. She leaned in first, kissing him lightly and then pulled back.

He kissed her next, softly and then broke it.

She went in again, deeper. The wine glass slipped from her hand, splashing into the pool forgotten. Their mouths crashed fierce, his hand firm on her waist, pulling her close.

She lifted up a bit, he grabbed her ass hard, squeezing as their legs tangled in the water. He hooked her thigh over his, yanking her tighter, tongue diving deep.

They moaned together, low and hungry.

“F+k,” She gasped, breaking off, both breathing heavy.

They were staring hard at each other, heat thick between them. He dove back in—kissing her neck slow, sucking lightly, her fingers fisting his hair tight.

He moved to her throat, nipping, then her cheeks, back to her lips, grinding her into him.

His hands cupped her cheeks gentle, holding her face like she was everything.

“Rias…” He said, voice rough and full of feeling and dripping affection.

That tone shot straight to her core, wetness pooling hot, her thighs clenching on instinct, her body aching bad.

“I’ll use the restroom,” She muttered, standing quick,her legs shaky as she walked back inside the house.

“F+k…” Romeo groaned, touching his lips, his body on fire, his dick straining hard.

—–

Rias slipped into the restroom, heart racing fast, pounding like it wanted out. She turned the sink on and splashed cold water over her face, looking straight at herself in the mirror.

A red hickey stood out on her neck. She put her hand on her chest, feeling it heave.

“Shit… what is this…” she said under her breath, voice shaky.

Her fingers brushed her lips, still sensitive, and she closed her eyes.

Romeo took over her head—those dark eyes staring deep, making her melt, his lips pressing hard, tongue sliding in hot, his firm body against hers, muscles hard everywhere she touched.

That rough voice calling her name, his scent all over her, pulling her in. She has to go on that Paris trip with him, two days of nothing but him inside her, over and over.

She can’t keep beating around the bush.

“You really know how to make me go crazy, don’t you, Romeo?” she murmured.

“F+k, Rias. You don’t even love him,” she told herself, biting her lip.

“F+k it. I’ll still have him for myself. Those eyes, those lips, his body, his voice, his f+king scent. Everything is so goddamn addictive.”

She pressed her thighs together, heat rushing between her legs, her whole body trembling.

Juices dripped down both her thighs, she saw the wet line shining there. Holy f×k.

Her back hit the wall and she slid down to the floor.

“Holy hell Romeo, what are you doing to my f+king senses.”

She panted, her hand slipping into her shorts, her fingers wet already, circling her cli+ quick, hips moving on their own as she pictured him f+king her hard right there.

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[𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 – 2pm]

Nancy arrived at the crumbling old bungalow after Martin tracked Ginger’s burner phone signal.

He parked the car in the overgrown shadows, engine cutting silent as Nancy unbuckled her seatbelt with steady hands.

“Wait outside,” she told him, voice low , leaving no room for argument.

She stepped out, and slipped through the sagging front door. The place reeked of mildew and stale smoke, floorboards groaning under her boots as she cleared rooms methodically.

Empty kitchen with rotting cabinets, a bathroom choked with cobwebs, a living room strewn with trash.

She edged toward the last door at the hall’s end—creaking it open to reveal Sky sprawled on a filthy mattress, zip-tied spread-eagle to the rusted bedframe.

Bruises bloomed purple across his ribs and thighs, face gaunt and tear-streaked, boxer briefs torn and stained. A sharp, gut-wrenching pain stabbed her chest.

“Sky,” She gasped, rushing to him, fingers flying to slice the ties with her knife.

He looked utterly broken—eyes hollow, body trembling from last night’s beatings and worse.

Nancy’s vision blurred as tears spilled hot down her cheeks, seeing him so shattered.

“What did she do to you?”She cupped his raw cheeks gently.

Sky’s bloodshot eyes welled fresh tears, spilling over as his head dropped in shame.

“She… she…” He choked, sobs wracking him.

Nancy’s stomach plummeted—she knew. “She… she took advantage of you?” Her voice cracked.

He nodded slowly, shoulders curling inward.

Rage ignited in her, a volcanic fury through her tears, fists clenching till knuckles whitened. This bi+ch had violated him—her Sky, her everything.

“So sweet of you to find me,” Ginger purred from the shadows, stepping out with a smirk.

Nancy whipped around, but Sky’s weak grip clamped her wrist. “Careful, she has a gun.”

Ginger fired first, the bullet ripping through Nancy’s elbow in a spray of blood. Nancy didn’t flinch, stalking forward like a predator. Ginger shot again, her arm this time, then the side, crimson blooming across her shirt.

Still, Nancy advanced, unyielding, till she seized Ginger’s collar and slammed her skull into the wall with skull-cracking force. Her gun clattered free.

“Nancy… you’re hurt. What are you doing?” Sky rasped, staggering up despite the fire in his wrists and ankles, bruises throbbing from Ginger’s fists last night.

“Stay there, Sky. Don’t come closer.” Her voice was a calm thunder, eyes never leaving her prey.

Nancy bent, hauling Ginger up by the collar like a ragdoll.

“How dare you! How dare you touch him! How dare you do that to him!”

Ginger laughed through split lips. “Why not? Isn’t it greedy to keep his massive c+k to yourself? I sure had a good taste.”

Nancy’s fist exploded into Ginger’s face, once, twice, three times—bone crunching under raw knuckles. Sky watched, frozen in horror.

“You don’t know the lengths I’ll go for him! You don’t know what I’ll do for him! What do you think happened to his ex-girlfriend? And the bastard who set him up? Guess what—you’ll be meeting them soon.”

Sky’s blood ran cold. Emma? Nancy… did she…? And how was she this strong, tanking bullets like they were nothing?

“I would kill for him. I would die for him! I’d do anything for him because he’s mine. Your death’s gonna be slow, torturously painful. I won’t make it easy.” Nancy’s voice was a feral vow, passion blazing like holy fire.

Ginger’s face twisted in terror, clawing back weakly, nails raking Nancy’s arms. But Nancy was a storm—relentless, stronger, fists pummeling without mercy or gun, just primal wrath.

Ginger crumpled, bloodied pulp on the floor, fighting futile against Nancy’s terrifying devotion.

“Babe,” Sky called softly, voice breaking.

Nancy’s grip loosened instantly, head turning to him, eyes softening to liquid warmth amid the gore.

Ginger lurched up, snatching her gun on shaky legs, firing at the distracted Nancy. But Sky yanked her down—bullet whizzing past. Ginger bolted, staggering from the room.

Sky clutched Nancy tight. “You’re bleeding everywhere.”

“You sure do have a lot of questions, huh?” She smiled through the pain, fierce and tender, stroking his cheek.

His eyes widened at her drawn Glock as she rose.

“Let me deal with her first. Go outside, someone’s waiting.” She strode out, blood trailing hee steps.

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[𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨]

Ashton pushed through the heavy doors into the casino’s VIP room, smoke curling thick in the air, low chatter from a couple suits in the corner.

Zhao lounged at the polished table, cigar between his fingers, nodding as Ashton walked up.

“Ashton,” Zhao said, voice smooth.

He sat down in the leather chair. Zhao grabbed the decanter, poured whiskey into a glass, and slid it over.

“Good job on the last mission. Clean as hell, you really pulled a fast one on them,” Zhao said, leaning back.

“Well, I always get the job done,” Ashton replied, taking a sip. “So, when’s their next shipment?”

“In a week,” Zhao answered.

Ashton nodded slow, swirling his drink.

Zhao tapped ash off his cigar, eyes narrowing.

“Plans for Romeo are set and it’s to kill him clean. But first, we have to cripple the Ryukai operations. Wipe out everyone in charge, Hunter and Romeo top the list..”

“I’ll work on it,” Ashton said. “But if shit goes south, you take the blame. Can’t be exposed, I got plans to marry my girl soon.”

Zhao held his gaze, then nodded firm. “Agreed.”

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[𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭]

Ginger cowered behind a teetering stack of moldy crates in the bungalow’s dank basement, one hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her ragged gasps.

Her ribs screamed with every breath—cracked from Nancy’s fists, sharp agony lancing through her side like shattered glass.

The only exit loomed upstairs, blocked by Martin’s silhouette. No way out.

“Ginger…” Nancy’s voice drifted down, deceptively soft, like a lover’s whisper in the dark.

“Where… are youuuu?” she sang, the tune twisted into something sinister, echoing off the damp concrete.

Ginger shook violently, sweat beading cold on her skin. She had one bullet left and she had to make it count, maybe snag Sky as a shield.

Nancy’s footsteps faded toward the far end. Seizing the moment, Ginger limped up the creaking stairs, gun trembling in her grip.

There—Sky, hastily dressed in his torn clothes, staggering from the room toward freedom. She snapped the barrel at his chest.

“Ginger… stop this,” Sky pleaded, voice hoarse, eyes wide with fresh terror.

“Shut up. I’m just trying to survive.” She lunged, twisting behind him, clamping his arm like a vise and shoving him ahead as cover.

“Don’t you dare run, or I’ll kill you right here.”

Two shots cracked the air, deafening. Ginger yelped, releasing Sky as the bullet tore through her shoulder, hot lead shredding muscle.

She whipped around, gun swinging toward Nancy emerging from the shadows.

“I just hope you’re prepared to die,” Nancy said, advancing with predatory calm, blood already crusting her wounds.

“I might’ve spared you for hijacking my clan’s cargo, but for what you did to Sky? Ginger, I’m going to kill you slowly.”

“You witch!” Ginger screamed, steadying her aim dead-center on Nancy’s forehead.

She fired but Nancy sidestepped like liquid shadow, the bullet cratering the wall in a puff of plaster.

“No… no…” Ginger’s gun clattered empty from her numb fingers.

She bolted, but Nancy’s hand fisted her hair, yanking viciously backward. Nancy hurled her own gun aside and tackled her, sliding them both across the filthy floor in a tangle of limbs.

Ginger hit hard, wind knocked out of her, but Nancy was already on her, a feral hurricane of rage.

Sky slumped against the wall, butt hitting the ground, horror rooting him as Nancy’s fists rained down—crack into Ginger’s jaw, snapping her teeth, hitting into her cracked ribs, eliciting wet gurgles; elbows smashing her nose into bloody pulp.

Nancy ripped her knife free, her eyes black with rage. She plunged it into Ginger’s chest, blood bubbling, then again, higher, ripping through collarbone, her neck next, sawing deep as Ginger gurgled wetly.

“Die! Bi+ch, DIE!” Nancy roared, stabbing relentlessly, staining blood fountaining over her hands, face, arms.

Ginger’s body jerking, then twitching, then still in a spreading pool.

Panting, drenched in gore, Nancy rolled off the corpse, crawling on blood-slicked hands and knees toward Sky.

He stared, petrified, his chest heaving, face ashen, scooting back instinctively from the monster wearing her skin.

She stopped inches away, noticing his recoil. Her lips trembled, the knife dripping forgotten in her fist as she dropped it.

“You’re scared of me now, aren’t you, Sky?” Her voice broke, raw vulnerability cracking through the killer’s mask.

Tears mixed with blood on her cheeks, her hand reaching tentatively as she cupped his face softly .

“I did it all… for you.”

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