Vincent drove like a madman through the streets, weaving his way between cars.
“How is she?” he asked Rhea, who had Morticia’s body resting on her. Jamie was with them, just as concerned.
“Her pulse is slowing, Vince,” Rhea said, panicked.
“Fuck,” Vincent cursed, pressing the accelerator harder, speeding dangerously fast.
That bitch Dimitri was as good as dead when he got his hands on her. They reached the hospital, and the car screeched to a halt.
Jamie quickly carried Morticia out, but Vincent took her from him, dashing into the hospital, breathing heavily.
“Help!” he yelled. Fortunately, the nurses rushed over. They placed Morticia on a stretcher and fitted her with an oxygen mask to steady her breathing.
Vincent watched as they worked, and slowly, Morticia’s breathing returned to normal. She fell asleep.
He let out a deep breath of relief as the doctor mentioned that she would be fine.
Rhea’s eyes were teary. Morticia’s condition had never gotten this bad before. They had almost lost her.
Jamie, on the other hand, remained quiet, concern etched on his face.
“Should we tell Ava?” Rhea asked.
“No, don’t. My mom would freak out. She’s traveling for a shoot tomorrow and can’t cancel that. Morty wouldn’t like it either,” Vincent said, his jaw clenched. This all happened because of that bitch, Dimitri. She wouldn’t have found out their move if it wasn’t for Nica.
Nica was quite good at keeping tabs on what Dimitri was up to.
“Look after her,” he told Rhea, rising to his feet. His voice was cold as he turned to leave. “I’ll be right back.”
—
Klaus’s grip tightened around Dimitri’s neck, so hard that blood dripped from her nose and mouth.
“Please… Sin… let go,” she tried to speak, but no words came out.
His cold gaze sent a chill down her spine. Her head spun from the lack of oxygen. Darkness slowly crept in. He was going to kill her.
Klaus’s lips curled into a cruel smile, seemingly enjoying her suffering. He was going to choke the life out of her.
He never destroyed his prey quickly. He liked to play with them.
One of the guys behind him secretly informed Simon of what was happening.
Another drew out a dagger, intending to stop Klaus.
Just as the dagger was about to plunge into Klaus, he moved with lightning speed. His hand released Dimitri’s throat and caught the attacker’s wrist mid-strike.
With a menacing chuckle, Klaus twisted the attacker’s arm. A sickening crack echoed through the room, followed by the attacker’s scream. The dagger fell, but Klaus grabbed it and plunged it into the guy’s arm, then swiftly pulled it out.
The second guy came at him, but Klaus dodged the attack. In a swift movement, he weaved his way behind the man and slashed his back. A loud cry tore from the man’s throat.
Klaus kicked him behind the knee, then delivered a hard kick to his face. The man passed out.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Klaus’s menacing gaze locked on Dimitri again, who was in shock.
“Sin,” she croaked, her voice barely audible as she wheezed. Tears cascaded down her face. “Please… don’t. I’m sorry.”
“I warned you once, Dimitri,” Klaus growled, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her up again. “Don’t mess with her.”
In the next moment, he plunged the dagger into her waist.
“Ahhhh!!!!”
—
Vincent finally arrived at the house party after another wild drive. His gaze was cold and piercing as he weaved through the crowd.
All that rang in his head was the thought of killing Dimitri.
The sight of Morticia lying lifeless on the floor, surrounded by smoke, lingered in his mind, intensifying his anger.
At the same time, Simon and some other men arrived. They hurried out of their car and rushed into the building.
As Vincent made his way through the hallway, he pulled out his silenced pistol from beneath his shirt. He loaded three bullets and set the gun.
Reaching the room, he saw that Klaus had dealt with the two guys. However, the bitch was still alive.
Unlike Klaus, who liked to toy with his enemies, Vincent was straightforward.
He raised the gun at Dimitri, aiming for her forehead.
How magnificent it would be to see her brain splatter on the goddamn floor…
But the door suddenly slammed open. Simon shoved Vincent, causing the bullet to miss and hit Dimitri’s shoulder instead.
Her painful scream echoed through the room. Her throat burned as she cried out, the pain overwhelming.
Vincent groaned and turned his eyes toward Simon, whose men quickly aimed their weapons at him. Vincent aimed back at Simon.
Klaus placed the tip of his dagger against Dimitri’s neck without a word. The room was a bloody mess.
“Here to watch her die?” Vincent asked, his voice dripping with malice.
“Are you both insane? You’re really going to kill my cousin?”
“She almost killed my sister. You know I’d burn the world to keep her safe. And yet, she messed with her,” Vincent replied, setting his gun again with a click. “You messed with her.”
Yeah, he found out about the restroom incident.
“Drop the gun, Simon. It won’t take a second to slash her damn throat,” Klaus’s cold voice echoed from the corner.