I haven’t written a blog post in ages ….
Today, I have written one with the sole purpose to torture ….
Dangerous Beauty Four is being Written ….
By me ….
Michelle Hardin ….
Let me tease you … #ILOVEKyleValente …. You know you do …
Kyle “The Charmer” Valente, age twenty-nine years old, and consigliere for the Salerno Organized Crime family … Known as “The Charmer” because he’d been known to charm any man or woman to death … sometimes literally …
But sometimes … charm wasn’t such an effective tactic, at least in Kyle’s current situation it wasn’t. And in times when mere ‘charm’ didn’t suffice, that death part really did come in handy. After all, no matter how much of a badass one claimed to be, nobody really wanted to die, did they?
“Please!” the agonizing cry of— whom Kyle preferred to call— the nameless man rang out, literally bouncing off of the four walls of the small basement where his face was pressed against the cold, stone floor. “Please, I’m begging you! Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me …”
The answer was no … nobody wanted to die.
Releasing a long tired sigh, Kyle slipped his hands into his pockets and began a slow stroll around the devastated man, silently listening as ‘nameless man’ continuously begged for his life.
“I’ll give you anything, money, drugs. Everything I possess. I don’t wanna die, please!”
Anything? Everything he had… Men made such stupid offers when begging for their lives. What the fuck gave the man the impression that Kyle needed, or wanted anything he possessed?
Looking away from the pathetic fool dismissively, Kyle stared down at his Italian leather shoes as he continued to walk in a slow circle.
“The only thing you have that I want is the truth,” he said softly in reply to the man’s plea.
There was an attack on the Salerno crime family. Men were killed, money was stolen, and Territory was taken. Kyle wanted information, and ‘nameless man’ had information. Time was wasting, Nathan was back at S.O. and on the edge, and Kyle’s patience was wearing thin dealing with this idiot. He wanted answers … now.
When he was once again in front of the man, he ended his stroll and glanced down with narrowed eyes. “Tell me what you know.”
“I’ve already told you everything!”
“No you haven’t.” Extending his foot forward, Kyle lightly tapped the man’s head with the tip of his shoe. “Look at me, please.” The man quickly obliged, lifting his bruised and bloodied face up to Kyle. “Tell me the truth …”
The nameless man sobbed, shaking his head back and forth. “I can’t … they’ll fucking kill me …”
Frustrated, Kyle ran his hand over his face impatiently. God, this guy was an idiotic son of a bitch. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
“I didn’t want to do it, man!” he shouted, a mixture of blood and saliva oozing from his mouth. “I don’t wanna be a part of this, man. They made me. I didn’t have a choice …” Dropping his head forward, he cried softly.
Kyle rolled his eyes. It was always the sad fucking story with guys like this, and it was always a lie. He had a choice. They always had a choice. But, instead of making the right choice, this … nameless man decided that money was more important than his life. He deserved to die …
That was fun …
Consider yourself teased … have a wonderful day all!