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Important must read first: Miss Tanya Denali's death is finally upon us... *throws confetti in the air and pops a bottle of bubbly* Sorry I'm just too excited for this chapter; it caused me endless nights on sleep and doubt. But the finished product is more than what I could have ever imagined. Also in this chapter, our kids will finally see and talk to each other after the last giant clusterfuck they made of everything... Let's keep our fingers crossed that maybe, just maybe, they'll get it right this time.
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So without further a do…we have the beginning of one Miss Tanya Denali's demise!
Chapter 25
Bella's POV
Song for chapter
Biohazard- Retribution (Reyes for Tanya)
I entrusted you
and you stabbed me in the back
Trust is what you earn
Tell me that respect I lack
Reason to believe any other word to use
for what you've done to me
In the end you'll be the one to lose
In the end you'll be the one to lose
I entrusted you - wrong
And you stabbed me in the back
Trust is what you earn - fool
Tell me that respect I lack
Reason to believe - lies
Any other word to use
for what you've done to me
In the end you'll be the one to lose
Previously on Until I saw You…
Glaring at me, she let her Russian tongue go and called me every name in the book.
Unfazed, I threw my head back and let out a dark laugh. Was she really stupid enough to think throwing insults at me, at a time like this, was going to make her situation any better?
Perhaps it was the pain and duress she was under that made her think she actually had a chance to take the upper hand.
To think that there was a chance in hell that she would be walking out of here.
I guess I would just need to make myself clearer…
It was time for her to bow down and get what she deserved
Insult after insult flew my way from between those treacherous lips.
Cyka (Bitch)
Wnioxa (Whore)
Я убью вас (I will kill you)
Fuck вы и каждый Лебедь, там (Fuck you and every Swan out there...)
That last one earned her a bitch slap, causing my five fingers to be embedded in her Botox enhanced cheek. All five painted in the crimson red of her blood. Quite a work of art, if I do say so myself.
This never deterred her though, as she continued her verbal assault.
I swear, bitches be crazy when getting their asses kicked.
What made this excrement of society believe that her insults would block, hurt or stop me from mopping the floor with her, I may never know. But having her fight me back was adding fuel to my well stoked fire.
"I hope you know that when 'James Hunter' finds out what you've done to his favorite girl, he'll gut you like the spineless bitch you are." Her taunting threats caused an eruption of maniacal giggles to flow from me.
"Really?" I asked.
"Do you really believe he'll come after lil ol' innocent me?" My sugary sweet tone scared her, as it should. Fuck, even I'm a little creeped out by myself; I can only imagine what she sees.
Grabbing her already Swiss cheese hand, I bent it at an awkward angle and kicked in her elbow causing a resounding pop and another helpless plea from her lips.
"What happened doll face? I thought I was the bitch you would kill and one of your many useless dicks would come to save you or..." trailing off I let it stand that no one would do a damn thing.
She sobbed her curses at me as her body had small seizures trying to reign in her shock. Amazed, I watched her square her shoulders as best as she could and then turn her hideously beaten face my way with a glare.
"You're wrong," she spit through clenched teeth, trying in vain to show that she was okay and not in pain. "He was to meet me here tonight. We had planned to kill Jose and his family, after we had ended his miserable life," she confessed as she released her own crazy cackles.
Staring at my face with her half swollen eyes she continued, "That fucker had hurt my Jamie's business and had gotten away with it for far too long. That asshole is going to die along with that piece of shit Cull..."
THWACK.
How fucking dare she insult my other family?
Renee would hang this bitch by her overly inflated boobs!
As soon as I step out of here tonight I need to make a visit to them and warn my family of the malice coming their way. But first…
My fist flew at her face in a blur. I wanted her unrecognizable 'if' she was ever found.
Blood splashed on my clothes as gashes opened with each painful blow. My pants and shirt were soaked in her livelihood and while it did make me cringe, it wasn't enough.
I wanted her drained.
Her eyes wide with shock of what became her end.
Reaching for her hair once more I banged her head on the concrete floor at an astounding pace, even for me. Her head continued to bounce off the floor, splashing and gushing everywhere.
Sweet mother fuckin' bliss.
With one last bounce of her skull I released her. Her body curled in on itself and released whimper after painful whimper.
Tears ran like the Nile, her body shook with harsh tremors.
I was done with her...it was time to end this!
I reached for my favorite butterfly knife, which had been safely tucked in my shoes. Flicking it open, I let the light catch its gleam and reflect in her almost swollen shut eyes.
Her shoulders slumped.
Finally.
Defeat shone back at me.
She had nothing left, no fight…nothing.
I lightly ran the knife over her cheek, leaving a small cut in its wake. She didn't move or flinch. I needed a reaction from her one last time and stood up.
Looking down at her I swung my boot a final time, connecting with her spine and watched as the force made her nerves spasm and her body contort painfully...
"Oh God...please just fuckin' kill me," she screamed in total agony, "I c-can't ...please it hurts. Kill me, have mercy on me!" I nodded as her eyes came back to focus.
"Stand the fuck up!" I yelled in her face while I pulled her by the hair to rise. "You want me to end this now and put you out of your misery?" Snapping her head back I forced her to look in my eyes.
"Answer me! Is death what you want?" She swayed from side to side, her body no longer having the strength or desire to hold itself up.
"Yes p-pleease, I…c-cant take a-anymore! Just…p-put me out of my m-misery…" stuttering, she pleads in between each painful sob. Her body needing to take in air, forcing itself, to let her lungs fill with a painful stab each time.
Her chest constricted with each breath, but the broken rib that had most likely punctured her lungs only made this unbearably painful.
Punctured lungs are a bitch, I've heard.
"I don't know if I'm ready to let you off so soon. I had so much planned for us, so many more 'games.'" Her head dropped at my words, but in reality this was just my last mind fuck before she died.
Raising the knife to her lips, I requested she kiss the blade. Leaning in she reached for it, but before it touched her lips a delicious voice whispered in my ear.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not nice to play with your kill?"
Not turning around I answered, "No, I was raised to believe that this is the best part." Winking at him over my shoulder, I asked that he take a step back.
He did so with no fight…good boy.
Coming around to face me a few yards away, we locked eyes as I calmly asked Tanya 'if she was ready to becomes Satan's bitch,' a small weak "yes," followed.
I smirked at my bad boy and ran the knife across her neck, severing her aorta and causing blood to spray out...barely missing Edward.
The only sound around us was that of my harsh breathing mixing in with his as we both fought our lust and that of Tanya's blood gurgling in her throat.
Dropping the dead weight to the floor I walked across to him and said...
"What took you so long?"
Edwards POV…
Watching her destroy this woman was the hottest fucking shit, I've ever seen.
With each blow she landed, my cock came further to life. Her grunts and growls only further ignited that special spark, making me want her naked and exploding beneath me.
How is it that even filthy and maniacal I want her more?
I stood behind a grouping of furniture and just stared in awe of this creature. My gut telling me there is more to her dissection than a simple assignment.
Her actions and anger tell me as much.
The woman on the floor is banging down Death's door, beaten and broken beyond comprehension. Yet my woman continues to assault her as if she had not dealt her a single blow.
Clearly she has anger issues.
Bones have been broken, gashes all over, her face wouldn't be recognizable by anyone.
Bella takes out a knife and aims it towards her lips, its time I step in and help end this for this poor creature.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not nice to play with your kill?" I ask and the muscles in her body tense, but then immediately relax as she lets out a sigh.
She's missed me.
Her body tells me even if she won't.
Never turning around, her sultry voice answers me, not missing a beat, "No, I was raised to believe that this is the best part," she purrs before winking at me as I smirk back.
I've been in these same positions and she's right, this right here, is what I would have done.
Mental torture is just as bad as any wound inflicted, if not worse.
Never taking her gorgeous almond eyes off my greens, she asks that I 'take a step back.'
I don't hesitate.
Eyes still locked, Bella whispers something to the girl and she only answers with a simple "yes." I had to strain to hear her but from the look in my girl's eyes it was the correct answer.
Slowly she runs the butterfly knife across her neck and blood gushes out, barely missing me.
The body automatically is dropped and she takes a step towards me as the words, "what took you so long," tumble for her prefect pink lips.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, my love." Her eyes sparkle with the term of endearment. "I'm an idiot, baby. I needed to square off a few things, before I came back to fix this mess I created." Her mouth opens to protest, but I lay a single digit on those juicy plums and just…shhh her.
"We have a lot to discuss princessa, you're probably wondering how I knew where to find you and what I have to say. I promise after you wash up, change and we leave, everything will be answered." Nodding her head she kisses my digit and takes a step back.
Looking at me from under her lashes, she smirks and tells me, 'she's been a dirty girl.'
Letting my head fall back, I laugh and swat her butt. Answering her with a simple, "go clean up, we have somewhere to be.'
She walks away from me and heads off towards a small bathroom in the back, next to the exit. Opening the door, she calls my name and says, "I'm glad you're here, but I'm still mad bad boy. There better be a good excuse why it took so long and why you came here to approach me. This time I want answers or no deal."
I follow her towards the bathroom and come in. She doesn't say a word as her naked flesh tempts me behind the glass shower door.
Her sinful body sings a naughty tune in my ear, daring me to come closer.
To claim her.
To make her mine.
But I don't.
I can't.
Not before I tell her the truth of who and what I am.
I gather her blood stained clothes from the floor and throw them in an empty black bag. Everything except those cum worthy panties makes it in.
No, these are mine.
Lacy and flimsy.
Just what I always wanted to see her in. Tiny and transparent, they are making my mouth water. Lifting them up to my nose I sniff and it takes everything I have left in me to not attack.
Her scent is pure ambrosia to my senses.
These would look perfect lying on my bedroom floor after a long night of love making.
Her giggle breaks up my trance; she's caught me and I shrug. I don't care to be honest. She's too delicious for her own damn good. Taking the barely there fabric, I stuff it in my front pocket and walk out with her ruined rags.
I pace the small space, when suddenly the unit is bombarded by men directed by Jose himself, to clean up. Smiling as he puts his gloves on, he directs the crew. The smell of cleaner and ammonia is strong, but being around it all your life helps in tuning the smell out.
A man the size of Emmett comes in minutes later with what I presume is a body bag. Tanya is yanked up by the hair and stuffed in like a pretzel. He knocks the bag around, bumping into walls and whatnot before he dumps her in a crate.
Seems the lady is taking a trip to Cuba tonight.
The door behind me opens and closes and a warm body presses behind me, whispering in my ear that she's ready to go.
Reyes smiles at my girl and laughs as we leave the room holding hands and hopefully towards the start of our new relationship…
Well, if she forgives me for the false name that is.
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