The Tattoo Artist (La Petite Mort #1)

39. Chapter 39

thirty-nine

Alexander

I had just returned from Russia after Nikolai told me that Freddy had been spotted in Moscow. After tracking him for two days, I lost him only to pick him up entering Heathrow. This was proof enough that Nikolai had a mole within his organization. Freddy had no idea I had eyes and ears all over the fucking country.

He was here, but he was a dead man walking.

I made my way up the steps, ready to surprise my princess.

Fuck, I've missed her.

Quinn had no idea that I was back a little earlier than expected.I watched her jump over the counter and run to meet me. "Alex," she screamed. I caught her, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she held on tightly.

"How long is your shift?" I mumbled against her.

"I close," she replied, giving me a quick kiss before she returned to help a mother and her daughter.

I watched her work for a few minutes before I made my way over to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist. "What are you doing?" she hissed, turning around with my arms still around her. "Alexander," she challenged, making me believe I would be reprimanded.

"You're not supposed to be back here. It's for employees only." She continued her speech, giving me the stink eye. I chuckled.

"Oh, Princess. I don't follow the rules—" I paused, stepping away so that we were face to face, my green eyes showing mischief. "I break them," I uttered just before taking her lips and connecting them with mine.

The kiss was getting intense. I wanted to fuck her.

No, I needed to fuck her. It had been days since I'd been inside her tight little cunt, and my balls were begging for a release.

"I have books to put away," she announced, pushing the trolley full of books and giggling at my pouty expression. I adjusted the bulge that was currently straining my pants. I watched her put books back on the shelf when suddenly my phone rang. I faced away, pulled out my phone, and saw an unknown number.

I answered, but all you could hear was breathing. I opened the security app and watched the video display on my phone. I scrolled through the last notification, and that's when I saw him.

Freddy.

Motherfucker had entered the back door of the library where Quinn was just headed. I ran towards the back of the library, running down the corridor, my heart pounding. I needed to get to her. I couldn't let him finish the job. He tried killing her once already. I wouldn't lose her again, not when I only just got her back. My heart dropped, and I almost gave up when my eyes connected with the broken door.Quinn screamed my name.

"Alexander," she screamed again.

"Deimos," she yelled for me, and that's all it took for the devil inside me to break loose. I reached for my knife, my eyes connected with Quinn's. "Deimos," she whispered. She was scared, but the moment our gaze connected, I could see her visibly relax. My green eyes were no longer bright and loving. No, my eyes were filled with venom and danger.Freddy turned to face me, his scar on full display. I smirked wickedly, knowing he just took his last breath.

I rushed towards him, driving the knife right into his lung, puncturing it. Freddy gasped, doubling over in pain. The blood seeped through. I removed my knife, only for me to stab his thigh, causing him to fall to his knees. I wasn't going to kill him. No, my sweet, innocent Angelos was going to.Quinn deserved this kill. It was her kill, to begin with, and she owed it to herself after what that asshole did to her two years ago. Plus, it was about time my angel allowed her true colors to shine.

I removed the knife once again, but this time instead of stabbing the fucker, I handed the knife to Quinn. She stared at it for a moment too long before she grabbed the handle. I gripped Freddy's neck, forcing him to look into Quinn's eyes.I wanted to torture him. I wanted to spend hours inflicting pain, but Quinn's eyes had me wanting to end this faster than ever before. I forced Freddy into the chair that was in the corner of the room and had him sit there in the middle of this fucking storage room. I tied his hands behind the chair and each of his ankles to the legs of the chair. Motherfucker had nowhere to go.

Freddy was gasping for air, and my sinister smile widened. I enjoyed watching him gasp for air as his lungs filled with blood.

"Come here, Princess," I demanded. Quinn walked over to me and stood by my side like it should have been for the last two years. I leaned down to place a kiss on the top of her head before I encouraged her to finish the motherfucker.Quinn didn't need any convincing. She walked behind him.

"Deimos," she uttered my name, seeking permission, but she didn't need it. I watched, fascinated, as Quinn raised her hand and sliced through his ear. I chuckled, watching his ear fall to the floor as the blood poured. My girl wanted to cause him pain. She leaned over and whispered something but chuckled.

"Oops, wrong ear," she joked, looking at his sliced ear on the floor. I was no longer looking at my Angelos. Quinn had released her inner devil. Her eyes no longer showed light and innocence. They were dark with a thirst for vengeance. "You're going to wish Deimos killed you," she warned. I chuckled, watching her whisper into his remaining ear before she made her way back in front of him. She teased the tip of the blade against his scar, digging the tip deeper into his skin enough to cut into it.

He yelped while Quinn watched in awe how blood covered his face and how his scar was now reopened.

"Princess," I paused, waiting for her to look at me. "You need to hurry, baby." I reminded her. Quinn made her way back behind him. Her right arm went around his throat, and she placed the tip of the blade just below his ear lobe. My girl didn't like stabbing people to death like me. No, she liked slicing their throats, destroying their jugular vein, thyroid, trachea, esophagus, and carotid artery.

Quinn leaned down to whisper something to Freddy, taking him a second to understand before his eyes widened in horror. She then sliced through his throat, blood-spattered for a few seconds before his head fell forward—lifeless.

Quinn looked at me and smirked. Her eyes were a darker blue, and her pupils were dilated. She always got horny after watching me kill someone, but when she killed, she had so much extra adrenaline she always liked to fuck the extra rush of energy.

She approached me and handed me the knife. I smirked, knowing I was about to use this on her.

I kissed her. I dragged my tongue along her bottom lip, seeking entry. She obliged, allowing me access to explore. She moaned into my mouth. "Alex, please," she begged.

"Uh-uh," I teased.

"I'm Deimos tonight, baby," I rasped against her lips.

"Against the wall, baby," I ordered. Quinn turned that pretty little ass and made her way against the wall, facing it. I walked over to her, but before I reached her, I stopped to use Freddy's shirt to clean the blood off the knife.I pushed myself against Quinn, and her ass automatically pushed back, feeling my cock grow harder. She placed her hands against the wall and used it to help push herself off—grinding into me.

I grabbed both her hands and placed them over her head. I grabbed the rope that was on the rack beside her and used it to tie her hands at her wrist. I tied the rope around her three times, tying a knot at the end. I ripped open her shirt, leaving her in just her red lace bra.

I licked my lips. Fuck, she was beautiful.

I kissed her neck, sucking on the pulse before I made my way down her spine, kissing along.I dragged the blade underneath the red lace straps before slicing through them. I removed what remained of her bra, leaving her bare. My hands went around cupping two handfuls of breasts. My thumb played with her pink, rosy nipples, feeling them harden even more as she gasped.

“Deimos. Please Deimos,” she cried out.

Her breathing was heavy. My hands roamed her body as I moved them lower and lower till I reached her jeans and tugged both her panties and jeans down. I unbuckled myself and released my cock as it sprang free, hitting my stomach.

"Please!" She whimpered as I pressed my hard cock into her, causing her to buck against me. She was wet. So fucking wet for me. I reached for my knife and placed the tip against her shoulder, the cold metal causing her to arch her back. My left hand gripped her hip to hold her in place as I dragged the tip of the blade down her shoulder and back, teasing her skin.