The Devil CEO's Contract Wife novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114: Bloodthirsty Devil

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As I walked through the lobby with my men following behind, I was handed my gun. I twisted the silencer onto the muzzle, racked the slide once, and a quiet click followed.

The gun hung on my side as I made my way to the VIP, light flashes, thick smell of smoke and sex tainting my nose.

Marcus saw me coming, grinning broadly as he spread his arms. "Done so soon? I trust my gift was—!"

I raised my gun, and his eyes widened. One shot to his hand and another to his leg. Their men pulled out their weapons, but mine were faster.

Muted shots were fired, and as the bodies dropped, all hell broke loose. The women screamed, and everyone scurried out in panic.

Amidst the running chaos, I set my goal on Marcus on the chair, holding his bleeding hand and his leg wound, causing a mess on the floor.

When I got near, he looked at me, face twisted in pain and sweat. I buried the muzzle of my gun in his mouth, a finger on the trigger.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Milo roared, but my men forced him to sit, hand braced down on his shoulder. "O-Okay, okay, let’s calm down... I-It hasn’t gotten to—"

"How many times?" My voice came out calm.

"W-What?"

I retreated my gun and shot Marcus in the other knee, and I buried the muzzle back into mouth, muffling his pained scream.

I glanced at Milo, who had panic and haze plastered on his face.

"How many times...did you strike her...?"

Realization became Milo’s gaze; it took a minute before he found the will to move his mouth. "O-Once."

I shot Marcus’ ear next.

"THREE! I struck her three times! P-Please don’t kill my brother, he’s the only family I got, man! Please!" He struggled against my men’s grip but to no avail.

"Please, Don, Please! Whatever that bitch told you isn’t—!"

I pulled the trigger, and the chair was smeared with blood.

"NO!"

I brought out my handkerchief to wipe the muzzle, eyeing Milo as he squirmed and yelled like a little boy.

"You were gonna fuck her after I’m done...right?" I questioned with venom laced in my tone.

"D-Don..." He shuddered, tears streaming down his face.

"You must be proud of that cock of yours. The size.. The libido. Your reputation precedes you."

"N-No..." he panicked, shaking his head, shivering from an unknown cold.

I pointed the gun exactly where he thought, pressing into it, and earned a pained groan from him.

"W-We’re partners, Don...! Every investment you poured into this club will be gone!" He appealed to me, knowing I was all about profit. "You kill me, everything will be buried."

"You’re still my gift for tonight," I said, feeling my blood run hot again as I sat on the chair, parting my knees. "So serve me, Diamond."

"Crawl to me."

I’m infuriated about everything. At the first glimpse of the so-called gift I wasn’t interested in, something inside me snapped when I set my eyes on a platinum-haired woman.

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