Page 60 of Crowned In Blood
"No." The demand irked me, and I bared my teeth at him, taking a step forward, invading his space. "You see, I don't give a fuck what's on that piece of paper. What I do give a fuck about is that you marched into my building, disrespected my employees, my assistant, my company, and me, not once, but multiple times. I don't know what power you think you have here and I don't care what delusional bullshit is on this piece of paper to make you think that your words hold any weight, but let me show you what you can do with it." I grabbed the piece of paper, and my eyes flashed at the words, "Marriage License."
Felipe had already signed it, and for some idiotic reason, he clearly assumed I would as well.
"You."Rip."Can."Rip."Shove it."Rip."Up."Rip."Your."Rip."Ass." I threw the pieces of paper at him, and they rained down on the floor.
"You fucking bitch!" He moved to draw out his gun, but I was faster.
Grabbing the knife from under my skirt, I shoved it between his legs, pressing the tip hard at his balls. His eyes went wide, and he raised his hands in surrender.
"Do you know what they call me in The Underground, Felipe?"
"Señora de la Muerte," he choked out.
I pressed the blade harder, cutting through his pants and boxers with ease. "And do you know why?"
He gulped and shook his head.
"Because, every time someone tries to kill me, I send them to Death themselves." I smirked. "You see, I enjoy taking retribution on those who want to harm me. And this knife, right here." I jabbed it harder, digging the tip into his balls. "I like to keep it nice and sharp, for rude, disrespectful men, who are lower than the goddamn sewage that runs through this city."
I swirled the knife along his ball sac and his eyes grew bigger. I nearly laughed at the terror on his face. With a flick of my wrist, I'd castrate him, and the vision of him bleeding out on my office rug wasincrediblyappealing.
Guns were drawn around us and I felt Marco move behind me, but my focus had to stay on Felipe. I couldn't let him grab his weapon. As long as that didn't happen, his men wouldn't be able to shoot me without hitting Felipe first.
"Now, explain to me like your life is on the line—because it is—why did you think you have some claim to me or any of the things I own?"
"B-because your father?—"
I chuckled. "Ah, I see what happened here. Did daddy dearest strike a deal with you and tell you that if you marched in here, you could drag me out?"
He grimaced but didn't say anything.
"Felipe, sweet, naïve, Felipe. Let me clear this up for you." I sliced the skin of his scrotum, not deep enough to remove his balls entirely but enough to make blood coat my knife as it trickled down his pants and legs.
Felipe shook, biting his lip to keep from howling in pain, and it only made my smile grow.
"Once upon a time, my father did have some control over my life. But those days have long ended. If—and this would never happen—but if there was ever a chance of us making a deal, you would be dealing withmedirectly. Not my father. Not any man,me." I sneered. "Now, tell your men to lower their weapons and get the fuck out of my office before I castrate you and slit the rest of their throats."
"Lower your weapons!"
His men did so, and I removed my knife, stepping away from him.
Felipe stepped back, refusing to turn around and face his men until he was a good distance away from me. "You're going to regret this. You and your familia. I'll drag you all to the ground," he hissed.
I smirked and watched them leave, waving goodbye with my knife coated in his blood. When the elevator doors closed, I turned to Olivia. "Call security and have them followed out. Make sure they leave the building and parking lot. Then I want you to head home for the day. Make sure someone from security goes with you, too."
"But—"
I gave her a warm smile. "It's okay. It's already late in the day. Plus, Marco's here." I turned to look at him, but his eyes were fixated ahead, like he was waiting for Felipe to come back. He was still, like a predator, his malice tangible in the air.
"Marco?"
He finally looked at me, and his gaze was strange, almost haunted yet full of rage. The threat was over. Everything was taken care of for now, so why was he still on guard?
I tilted my head back to my office. "Why don't we head back?"
He followed me silently. But the minute I closed the door, he was on me. He took my hand, checking my fingers, my palm, inspecting my skin.
"Marco?"
