King of the Underworld by RJ Kane

Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Seven

Sephie

The door opened once more. The two guys who grabbed us walked in first, followed by Salvadori, followed by Armando. Oh, he’s dead. They glanced at Ivan, who had blood that was drying on his face, then looked to the two guys who had grabbed us. They just shrugged their shoulders like it wasn’t their fault.

Sal walked toward me. The look on his face was difficult to read. He looked happy, but he also looked angry. “You, my dear. You can’t keep yourself from killing my men. That’s not very lady like of you,” he said as he ran a finger down the side of my face and my neck. I felt nauseous at his touch. I could feel Ivan’s anger, much the same way I could feel Adrik’s, but it wasn’t quite as strong of a feeling. But I didn’t need to look at him to know he was not happy that Sal was touching me.

“Your men are anything but gentlemen toward me. Maybe if they weren’t constantly trying to harm me, I would be nicer to them,” I said, trying to move away from his hand as far as I could.

Sal laughed, turning to look at Armando. “You were right, Mando. She is a firecracker.”

“What do you want with me?”

going to be the bait to draw out Ghost so we could ki ll him,” he said. I tensed at him mentioning Adrik. “But now that you’ve killed so many of my men, I can’t let that go unpunished. There’s the matter of my son, as well. You’ve made him look like a fo ol. You seem to be in my debt, you see,” Sal said. His fingers were still running down my neck. He caught the zipper of my shirt, unzipping it as far as it would go, which thankfully was only halfway down. He stood and stared at my bra for a moment, like it was

expect him to slap me, but he did. Hard. My head jerked

mo uth. You’ll learn

that my chair tipped over backwards. I heard Ivan yell at him and I could hear him struggling in his chair. The two guys that grabbed us came over and set me back upright. “You punch like a weak old man,” I said as soon as I was upright once again. “I bet you can’t even get it up. How many di ck pills do you have to take to even have s ex?” Ivan laughed loudly beside me, which caused Sal to focus his anger on Ivan instead of me. Sal punched Ivan, squarely across the jaw, but Ivan’s massive frame barely budged. He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at Sal. He turned his gaze

they walked in the room. He looked uncomfortable. Good. He should be uncomfortable. His time is coming. “You’re not going to get

He hadn’t looked me in the eyes since walking into the room, but he did once he stood next to Sal. The look of surprise on his face was evident. Clearly, my eyes were still dark. I held his gaze, letting even more of my anger come to the surface, secretly hoping that my eyes would go still darker. I said, in Italian, “You’re both going to d ie. Slowly. Painfully.” I maintained eye contact with Armando until he looked away. He looked more nervous than when he’d

in Russian, “how’s your

Lucky that he really

laughed. “What did you

ie slowly and painfully. I’m guessing by the look on Armando’s face, my eyes are still dark?” I asked, looking at

They’re going to be black by the time this is