Chapter 13

Diego

"It's nice to see you again, Celeste," I say, my voice low and threatening. I tilt my head slightly as I twirl the sharp blade between my fingers, fury and vengeance thrumming through my veins like a live wire.

Before me, in my dimly lit basement, sits my stepmother, bound tightly to a chair. After months in hiding, Celeste finally slipped up, withdrawing money from one of the accounts we've been monitoring. We found her in Southern California, hiding in plain sight, confident that she would never be found.

While I waited for them to deliver her, I went to the club and had a drink or two, preparing to face her again after she nearly killed my wife.

She's obviously had some type of plastic surgery. She looks at least a decade younger, with short, blonde hair and bangs that make her look fucking ridiculous.

Her lips, stained with blood, curl into a twisted smile as she locks eyes with me. "Diego," she spits out venomously. "How's that whore of a wife of yours?"

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