Page 137 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
She slips into a pair of swinging doors with the words Employees Only on them.
I know from the floorplans on Sin’s iPad that this particular hallway leads to the kitchen. There’s a single elevator for room service, a pair of employee restrooms, several storage rooms, and a commercial kitchen that’s not currently functioning. The restaurant is a new addition to the casino, a mafia-added extra that wasn’t here before, and it isn’t open yet.
There’s also an exit that leads to the rear parking lot.
“We’ve got guys on the back door,” Crown tells me. “I’ll let you know if they come outside.”
Only, I’m sure they’re not going outside. They’re obviously sneaking off to fuck. I know passion when I see it; it’s a special skill of mine.
They could be using the service elevator to get upstairs. That’s a distinct possibility.
An employee breezes past me as I pretend to be interested in the nearest slot machine, holding a tray of drinks for starry-eyed gamblers in her hands. She skips right past the employee doors.
I feel my palms start to get itchy, the way they do when I’m looking for trouble.
“They’re in there, probably with their pants down—literally. I want to check out the situation.”
“Absolutely not,” Crown growls out, and then I hear a small blip in my earpiece.
“Go on.” It’s Cat’s voice. “I want to know if they took the elevator or not. Hurry your ass up.”
Oh shit.
My boys are going to be furious, but I did promise I would follow orders, right?
Cat’s orders are absolute.
I push through the doors and take off down the hall at a quick clip. If I get caught by an employee, I’ll just claim that I got lost looking for the bathroom.
The elevator is silent when I pass by, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t already use it. I decide to check the employee restrooms, but don’t see anyone in either the men’s or the women’s bathroom.
“There’s nobody outside yet,” Crown confirm, his voice tight with frustration.
“Almost done,” I murmur back, keeping my voice low. I duck into a storage room to look around, but that, too, is empty. I step back into the hall and keep going.
The kitchen is just ahead of me, barely visible behind the large metal doors with their porthole windows. On my right, there’s a hallway that hooks around the corner and leads outside.
I decide to check that direction, just to be sure, and that’s when I spot them.
Giulia’s back is pressed to the wall, her dress rucked up around her hips, and Alvise’s favorite capo is plunging his cock into his boss’ wife like he’s on a mission.
I pause as Cat’s laughter rings out in my earpiece.
“Excellent. Let’s get in the back door and grab ‘em both.”
He doesn’t tell me not to step in. He doesn’t tell me not to move.
I stare openmouthed at Giulia as she kisses and nuzzles the side of Cosimo’s neck and he fucks her with these annoying grunts, stabbing his dick in her over and over again. They’re both so helpless right now … Literally caught with their pants down.
I reach into my clutch and pull out Queenie’s knife, unfolding the blade before I start to move. I’m not even fully conscious of what I’m doing. I’m moving on instinct and that blinding need for revenge.
I’m so quick about it that by the time Crown starts yelling at me, it’s too late.
Giulia notices me a split-second before I plunge my knife into the side of her lover’s neck. Her eyes widen as Cosimo gurgles, already choking on his own blood. I’ve severed his carotid, and it sprays out in a disturbing arc. In movies, when people get their throats slit, they just bubble a little crimson and collapse.
In real life, that’s not what happens.
The heart keeps pumping, and red liquid sprays everywhere as Cosimo drops Giulia and stumbles back, his bare cock already covered in his own blood.
“You little barbarian bitch!” Giulia shouts, her dress still lifted up to expose her perfectly waxed and bare cunt. She manages to snatch her lover’s gun from his belt before he falls into the wall opposite her, clutching at his neck and then falling to a twitchy mess on the floor. He’s passed out; he’ll soon be dead.
I slam into Giulia, knocking her off-balance but failing to get the gun from her hands. I reach for the back door, but it’s locked. Shit. Why is it locked from the inside?! I turn around just in time to see her aim at me, and one of my lessons from Beast kicks in. With my left hand, I slam my palm into the gun, pushing it aside. With my right, I throw a punishing blow at Giulia’s face, and then my left hand comes up under hers, attempting to yank the weapon away.
