Axel understood now.
He understood that he had never stood a chance.
I stood there, watching, enjoying it. The pleasure from fucking Rosario crazy was nothing compared to this type of pleasure.
This was teaching the man who didn't know his place a lesson. This was taking back María José's name from his mouth.
Oh, killing Ernesto didn't feel half as good as this. My dear, sweet Axel, I swear, I'd transgress to the heavens and back on the day that you die by my hands.
The prospect of your death tasted so sweet… so euphoric.
Axel dropped to his knees, his body swaying. Blood dripped from his mouth as he tried—oh, he tried—to speak. Maybe to beg. Maybe to curse who did this to him. Maybe to ask why.
But the truth was, he wasn't even worth an explanation.
His body twitched one last time. Then, finally, he stilled.
And just as I was about to revel in my triumph…
The door burst open.
"Señor Axel!"
I turned just as Rosario rushed in, her face horrified.
