WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sex scenes and strong graphic violence that may be disturbing for some.

WE WENT OVER THE PLAN. Everything was ready.

Vince is at my side and my other two trusted men, Pierre and Morris following closely behind. We drove through the acres of wooded land surrounding to reach the main gates of Dorian's estate. It was a neutral house that look more like an abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. The guards on duty were already replaced by my men earlier and the gates slid open automatically for me. I breathed in the cold night air deeply, loving the feeling of absolute speed and freedom.

As we'd walked toward the building, I'd studied the terrain. I saw nothing. No snipers, no soldiers hiding in wait. We'd scrutinized every vehicle and saw no one. We stepped through the door and one of my men open the elevator.

All of us could hear when we stepped out was the laughters of men. We were a level up from where they were gathered and the house was just one giant gym with a steel box ring in the center.

Huddled in the middle, naked and shivering, was a girl with dirty blonde hair. She seemed around fifteen, and sickeningly thin. I could see her collarbones protrude, her cheeks sunken in. But what rattled me the most were her eyes. The way she stared afar, her eyes glazed and empty. One man was on his way down from the ring, zipping up his jeans and smiling so wide.

Gritting my teeth, I wrapped my fingers around my 9mm and counted.

Twenty-one.

Lifting my gun in the air, I fired.

Screams and curses immediately rang in the room as bodies fell to the ground one by one. Their guards came shooting us but bullets went into the side of their heads, courtesy of Vince and Morris.

A brave motherfucker shoot me and was able to graze my arm but I had one right between his eyes before he can feel the satisfaction. I nod at Pierre, and he rush forward to grab the girl, ducking behind the ring before disappearing through the back door.

I catch the twit running after them and a smile slowly spread across my face. I stepped in front of him before I pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, causing his leg to buckle. He started in shock as the bullet went through his knee cap, then roared in pain as he fell down on one knee.

That's right, hail to the motherfucking Boss.

"You'd wish you didn't get out of prison." I said, chuckling as adrenaline pumped through my veins.

I watched as his body froze at the sound of my voice. He recognized me. Good. I relished the thought of his death, and to some people I guessed that would make me a psychopath.

But it was true.

I was fucking thrilled. I was a monster, out for blood. I was vengeance and hate, fury and wrath.

Dorian's head swung in my direction and his face is pure surprise as he tried to assess the situation. I was half expecting the fucker to lay low after he got out but to my surprise, he didn't waste time to resume his fuckery. But seeing as all the other members were dead, I can only smile at his grim expression. You'd think they would have greater security seeing as most of them were well-known and some even held a position in the office.

I glanced behind him just as the back door opens and Xavier strolled inside, a few of his men following behind.

He let out a whistle when he saw the bodies on the grounds before swinging his gaze at me. "Seems like I was a little late."

When Estrada came into view, I grinned. I grinned so wide I must have looked like the Cheshire cat. The pig must've fought hard because he looked quite beaten up but not much compare to what I have in mind.

Pulling the gag from his mouth, he tried to speak, but Morris stepped in and held the gun to his skull.

"Y'all gonna pay for this!" he snapped. His eyes blazing with anger.

Xavier glanced at me with a sickening grin on his face that could have only been matched by mine. I nodded and he knew what this meant. He simply pulled out a cigar, and took an empty chair to watch.

"What are you doing?!" Dorian yelled behind me.

Rolling my eyes, I turned and shot his other leg. "Collecting debts."

Nodding at Vince who proceed to drag the wailing crippled man behind me as I walked over to the chair at the center of the room. I pulled out my knife before turning back around.

"Strip them," I demanded.

"Fuck y—" Before he could finish, I threw my knife right into his shoulder. His body fell back as he cried out in pain.

The moment they were naked and my men dropped them to the floor screaming, I handed Vince my gun before taking the bat to the side of Estrada's face. Then to Dorian's. I didn't stop until the fucking thing broke and I could barely recognize their faces.

"You thought you all could get away from what you did?" I hissed.

Dorian didn't answer, he was too busy trying to stop the blood from flowing down his face while holding his knees. He looked around, as if someone would step in to help.

I held out my hand and Vince stepped forward to hand me the folder. Crouching down in front of them, I threw the folder open and the photos scattered on the ground making their eyes widen.

"Fourteen years ago, you had my family killed and manipulated your way out of the trial." I said.

A sob broke through his fat lips as realization dawns on him.

"You fucking idiot!" Estrada snarled at him before swinging his gaze at me. "I didn't know. He said they were already dead and—"

I stabbed his thigh. "And her?!" I growled.

That night flashes in my head and the blood in my veins was boiling so badly, my skin was turning red.

Twisting the knife against his torn flesh, and ignoring his wailing, I held his gaze as I continue. "You took her. Keep her and made her your fucking sex slave for years. Now, tell me," I drawled, venom dripping from my words. "In which way should I kill you?"

He opened his mouth, intending to argue, but clapped it shut, thinking the better of it at the last minute. He knew where this is going. Practically see his end.

Estrada gulped, stalling. "Look, I swear.."

The next stab was directly on his dick. This time though, the impact was hard enough that it impaled him on the ground.

I took the pliers from Vince and grab his hand. "For all the ones you touched without their permission..." I began snipping away with the cutting pliers and all he can do is scream in agony.

When he had no fingers left, I stood up, raise my gun and fired not once, not twice, but repeatedly, only stopping when his lifeless body fell on the ground. When I was done, I turned back to the now blood-spattered Dorian who sat wide-eyed and shaken.

I felt the blood lust; that blood lust that begged for me to finish him off, to sliced his head off and drill into his eyes.

And so I did just that.

He gagged and jerked on the ground floor like a fish out of water, losing buckets of blood. When his spasms died down, I turned to Xavier who stood from his chair.

"You never cease to impress me." he said in amusement, throwing his cigar on the ground.

"I appreciate the help." I reply, taking the towel from Vince to wipe the blood off my hands.

He shrugged. "We're even now. Next time you asked for help, you're gonna be part of my organization."

I pressed my lips into a thin line. My job had nothing to do with mafias. I didn't need the Feds crawling up my ass every time cold bodies piled up in my direction and certainly had no interest in the framework of their empire and leaders. Aside from the few trusted men I have, I was practically a lone wolf and I preferred to sailed smoothly under the radar.

I smirked. "Don't get your hopes up."

He grinned. "Never say never, my friend." he laughed as he walked off the room. A few seconds later, the sound of tires can be heard outside as he and his men took off.

"Leave everything. And make sure all the CCTV within fifty mile radius are wiped out in the next thirty minutes." I ordered before heading out.

The car ride home was a blur and before I know it we were pulling up on the estate. It was after midnight and the entire house was in death silence. I head straight to the bathroom downstairs to take a quick shower before heading to the bedroom.

The door creaked softly as I opened it to find Ayla lying on the bed, the black sheets pulled up over her hips. The soft glow of the bed light cast shadows all around the room, shadows that surrounded her—enveloped her. I took the time to drink her in, to fully appreciate how fucking perfect the picture was of her sleeping so peacefully. Her face was serene and angelic, like she had been in Heaven her whole life. God, I envied that.

Discarding the towel wrapped in my hips, I lowered myself and settle down between her legs. She was wearing a long loose slip dress so I push it up until it bunch on her waist before pulling down her panties. I reached down beneath both knees and jerked her legs up pushing her knees forward and to the side, spreading her cunt wide. She moaned softly, and the sound had a direct line to my cock. Fuck, even the way she breathed turned me on. I bent down, slipped my tongue through her slick heat, licking her cunt with one slow, long stroke before sucking her clit hard. Her eyes fluttered open, and she squinted as she stared directly into my eyes.

"Kade," she suck in a breath, her chest rising. She looked beautiful. Something change in her since that night in the home bar. I know it. She knows it.

"Time's up, Butterfly."

She stares at me for a moment and I saw her resolve completely disappeared from her eyes before she spreads her legs wider for me.

I lick her then, suck her and feast on her, keeping her waist pinned down as her moans get louder and louder. Her hips bucked off the mattress in a desperate attempt for more. She's heaven, she's incredible, and I can't stop, I need to taste her, need to hear her say my name like that with those amazing fucking whimpers.

With my hands still spreading her thighs apart, I forced her to move her hips, to fuck my mouth. Her body rocked back and forth, her moans growing louder as I continued to suck, kiss, and lick every inch of her.

Groaning in the back of my throat as her scent and taste overpowered all my fucking senses, I lapped her sensitive folds, sucking and kissing, licking around her entrance—and I wasn't fucking gentle about it. A frenzy of lust, passion, desire—of my affection for this woman ripped through my insides, and I just couldn't get enough. There was no way I could have stopped myself. The compelling need to give her pleasure after inflicting so much pain to many people tonight.

She taste like my own personal salvation.

When I felt her body vibrating and is close to orgasm, I crawled up over her and slid inside her heat in one swift move. She comes then, her back arched, her legs twitching, and I fuck her through it, I pounded into her—rough, hard, and without remorse. We both came at the same time and a guttural moan echoed from the back of my throat as Ayla's sweet cries dripped off the walls. It was worth every second spent in agony without her. It was worth every drop of blood I had on my hands. Every lie I had told in the past to protect her.

She was worth everything. Even me giving up my life for.

"It's over now, Butterfly." I growl with delight. "It's all over."