Eden Salvatore

I stared at my bloodied hand and stained shirt. They shouldn't have messed with me. Thane tied each men to their chair while I tortured the answer out of their leader. The bastard didn't budge. I kicked his stomach sending his chair to the ground making a loud thud. I watched as his blood oozed out of his mouth like waterfall. He deserved it, he had it coming. I kept chanting inside my head.

" Bring the next one. " I muttered and Thane pushed another chair toward me.

"  Who sent you? " I asked, wiping my blade with a small handkerchief.

" Fuck off. " that was all I needed to plunged the blade into his left eyes.

I picked up another knife from the table, sighing in boredom as he cried in pain struggling to get out of the rope. I threw the knife again, only this time it stuck in his shoulder. I stalked toward him, he had his eye trained on me when I pulled the blade out of his other eye. The man let out a whimper as I ran the bloodied blade down his face to his throat, gently pressing it into his flesh drawing out blood.

" I asked you a question. Tell me who are you working with? " I hummed, slitting skin.

" I would rather die than tell you. " he hissed.

" Okay. " I stabbed the blade into his throat until I heard the veins inside his neck snapping apart and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

I nodded my head at Thane and he pushed in another chair. I focused on the smirk playing across his lips as he leaned forward from his chair liked he wanted to tell me the most funniest story he knew. I crossed my arms over my chest urging him to start talking.

" Your wife is a fuckable little thing, isn't she? Shame she has to die. "

I cocked an eyebrow at him daring the bastard to utter another word about her. I might not like her but at the end of the day she was my fucking wife and no one messed with her. I would not tolerate such disrespect toward a woman. My mother taught me better. I knew better.

I pushed the tools table toward him. Grabbing his hand, I slammed it on the table and crashed his bones with a hammer. He screamed in pain but I wanted more blood. I swung the hammer across his face, no doubt breaking his jaw as a cracking sound hit my ears. The fucker deserved it.

" Another word about my wife and you're dead. " I warned.

" She has a reputation of a slut. Did you know she slept with half of London. I bet she's a dirty whore in bed. " he chuckled, spitting out blood.

Sighed in annoyance, I punched the smirk off of his sorry excuse of a face, sending his head back. The bastard took a second hissing in pain before looking back at me in the eyes. Wrong fucking move. I punched him again and again until I felt the flesh of knuckles breaking apart. Thane pulled away and I shook him off.

" Say another word about her. Say it. I fucking dare you. " I said, looking at him blankly.

He was about to open his mouth when I took my gun from the back of my waist band and shoved it in his face. " Say it. "

" You're a fucking psychopath. We don't need a prince like you. " he grunted, glaring at me.

" I never said I wanted to be a fucking prince. " muttering under my breath, I pulled the trigger.

I pinched the bridge of nose in frustration. I was ready to leave this fucking place and was this close to murder everyone in the room and just got it over with. But, I couldn't. Because guessed what this was my fucking life now and I couldn't always get what I wanted, could? Fuck this and everyone else.

" Are you all this fucking irritating or is there someone who can tell me what you know and make my life less miserable? " I asked, turning my head to the side where everyone else was.

" The princess will die. The rightful heir will rise. " someone shouted.

I stalked toward him, cold metal gripped inside my palm. Pressing to his throat was the back of my favorite gun. He looked at me in the eyes slightly shaking but he tried to not show any fear. He really fucking tried.

" I will slaughter every threats coming her way and then I will come after every single person they ever met. Mark my fucking words. " I said, tearing his throat out with the gun.

Motherfucker really annoyed the hell out of me. Everyone was testing my patience today and I had enough of their shits.

The princess would die? Not under my fucking watch. Over my fucking dead body. Shit. My ghost would even drag them to hell. I needed her alive to sign that goddamn paper. I did not have time to mourn a dead wife.

Blood spattered across my face dripping down my shirt until I was drenched and completely reeking with metallic smell. My palms balled into fists gripping onto the gun I still held tightly in my hand. I thought I balanced my fucking life. I avoided this. I guessed they were right I could never escape my fate even if I tried to, this was me in my natural habitat.

I had always been more of a murderer than the fucking doctor I thought I was.

" Don't kill the other. Torture them until they beg for death then treat them and let them live to spread my words. I'm fucking coming for them all. "

Thane bowed his head before handing me a new shirt. He went on to whisper something in my men's ears and followed me out of the room. After I changed into the new shirt, Thane drove me back to wherever the hell my new house was supposed to be. I gave her a credit card and she bought a fucking house. Good for her.

" You should have let me do it. " Thane muttered from the driver's seat. I turned my gaze toward him and stared at him through the rear mirror.

I cocked an eyebrow at him silently telling him to say whatever he wanted to say and he continued. " I know you hate doing this. You would rather save lives no matter how much you hate people. That's you, sir. This isn't you. "

I was slightly taken back. He was right. I rarely did this on my own. He usually did my dirty works. But, this time I wanted to do it. The looks in her eyes after we walked away from the assassination attempt disturbed me. She dozed off liked realization finally hit and her world was crashing down. She was quiet for the first time in week. She was genuinely scared of these people liked they had met before. I was curious.

" My parents are the mafia itself, Thane. This is my life and who I am. Don't let any illusion fools you. " I said, he nodded his head heaving out a sigh.

" How's the princess? " I changed the topic.

" A step closer to giving you a heart attack. " he shook his head in amusement and I sighed heavily.

Heart attack it was. I could feel the last string of my sanity left my head when we turned up to a fucking castle. A whole fucking castle with horses and gardens. Did I go bankrupt already? Fuck.

I shut my eyes closed and stayed inside the car for a moment trying to calm myself down while silently praying that it would disappear when I opened my eyes again. It didn't go away. The ginormous house was still there standing high against the golden setting sun and green scenery, definitely mocking me.

What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I had got to be my grandfather's least favorite grandson. He had made my life a living hell and he was good at it too.

" PRINCESS. ADALINA SALVATORE. " my voice echoed through the whole fucking place as I ran up the stairs and I could feel steams coming out of my ears.

" You have got to be fucking kidding me. " I rubbed my face, stopping in front of the master bedroom's door.

My whole life flashed before my eyes before turning into nothing but white. I regretted the moment I kicked the door opened. Hell, I regretted my whole fucking existence. I was too tired to entertain her right now, not after I just murdered multiple men. I felt my skin crawling and shivers shot down my spine but with everything inside me I took a deep breath and walked into the room, shutting the door behind me.

First day of moving in together and my wife managed to give me a fucking heart attack and a bloody stroke in a matter of five minutes. Happily ever after they said. Bullshits.

She smirked leaning on her elbows, sprawling across our supposed bed with nothing but a piece of fabric on her body.

I sighed heavily messaging my temples all while keeping my eyes trained on her face. It was then when I knew, she was going to be my fucking undoing.

" What the fuck are you wearing? "

" Lingerie, a couple thousand pounds of yours. Do you like it, my prince? " she asked.

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