Chapter 23

SILVIO

The pungent smell of blood touched my nostrils, and I almost fucking laughed as the man under my boot trembled with his eyes wide as saucers ready to pop out any moment. I fed on his raw fear, the beast inside me roaring after months at the sight of blood. 

I missed this. I fucking missed this power. 

“Messy as always.” Nikolaev’s Russian voice fell upon my ears but I ignored him. Too occupied with the sight of blood. 

I dug the knife deeper and watched the man scream. He writhed on the cold, hard, bloodied ground. 

I clicked my tongue when the blood splattered all over my expensive beige suit—the custom-made designer set I thought I’d wear on one of the dinner dates with Sadie. 

Alas. 

“Just finish him already, Salvatore” Nikolaev’s said behind my back. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” I tilted my head, twisting the knife in his flesh before pulling it away. He screamed in pain and it was like musi