Chapter One Hundred and Eight

Eric

When Sienna walked back over to me, her eyes darkened visibly when she saw Angelo again.

"You are fucking dead, you bastard," she said to him.

"Are those the only words you know?" he asked, mocking her. He was clearly a fool.

"I won't stand by while you mock my wife. It's disrespectful, and disrespect needs to be punished. You will be punished for this and for everything else you did to her," I said coldly.

As I said this, Angelo lost his grin. I wanted his eyes to be filled with fear. I wanted him to beg. I picked up a small flame torch from a metal table that I would use to burn his skin just as he did to her.

"Second degree or third degree burns? What do you think, my love?" I asked Sienna as I stared at Angelo.

She didn't have to answer because we both knew he would be getting it all. I held the torch against his bare arm. At first, he didn't move. He just clenched his jaws tightly and balled up his fists.

But when the blue flame started to eat away at his skin, burning