He pauses and then, “I’m family.”
“That’d do it,” I say with a nod. “Even so, you’ve used your ‘get out of jail’ card and I want to know why.”
Ugo’s features compress into lines of confusion. “Why do you want to know? Are you looking to recruit? I know who you are.”
I bow with flourish and Maximus mutters my name, a subtle warning, under his breath.
“Thank you. It’s always pleasant to know when someone has the adoration of their fans,” I say. “It depends on what you did to piss off Nardone. We don’t want to get shit from him by taking you on, but I’m a consigliere as well as a businessman, which means I wouldn’t mind having an opportunity to learn about Nardone’s infrastructure and dealings. Is that something you can provide?”
“Yeah.” The tautness of Ugo’s body lessens and the gleam in his gaze becomes brighter. “I can tell you everything, if you’re serious about this.”
“I am.”
He nods. “That’s good. The reason I left was because Nardone’s daughter was always offering what her dad promised to someone else, and he got pissed off because I took it. The fucking cunt was constantly throwing herself at me and practically had her hands in my pants, wanting my cock, and a man with an appetite can only take that for so long before he bites.” He shrugs and his lips curl in a leer. “The whore liked it and Nardone didn’t. That’s pretty much all there was to it.”
From my peripheral, I see Maximus throw a concerned look in my direction. It’s not discernible to anyone who doesn’t know him, but it’s there all the same. And he should be worried about me losing my fucking mind because I’mveryclose.
“She did, huh?” My voice is dangerously low and completely devoid of the mild humor from earlier. “What did you do to her exactly?”
The man laughs and it doesn’t quite ring authentic due to the note of unease that clings to it. “You’re a sick fuck like me, eh?”
“What did you do? I want all the details.”
He hesitates, prompting me to smile at him in reassurance. I’m a good actor or else he’d know how fucked he is right now. An intuitive part of him recognizes the threat looming, but his brain is working hard to find a solution that doesn’t get him killed.
There is none.
“I waited for that bitch to play the game she always did by teasing me with empty promises and then leaving me fucking hard and my balls near bursting. When I got her alone, I knew I wouldn’t leave until her blood was dripping down my cock and her screams were in my ears.” He takes a breath and then continues at my curt nod. “Her struggles were part of the role-playing I expected, as were her screams, but there was another person who wanted to play. So I let them watch as I shoved my fingers up Carina’s cunt and bloodied them. I think the little sister would’ve joined us if we hadn’t been interrupted.”
“I’ve heard enough,” I grit out.
My steps are swift, fueled by rage, as I cross the distance of the room until I’m looming over him. Maximus is on the opposite side of the bed with the nozzle of his weapon grinding into Ugo’s temple, giving me the opportunity to holster my firearm and retrieve the zip ties in my pocket.
“I’m not into guys,” Ugo says. “So if you think to fuck me, think again.”
My hand shoots out to grip his throat and I squeeze until the sounds of his wheezing fills the air. “I’m going to fuck you, don’t doubt that. It just won’t be in the way you’re thinking. And when I’m finally done with you? I swear by all saints and their holy cocks, you’llwishI’d fucked you.”
The next couple hours pass by with me in a haze of red, made inescapable by my need to inflict pain. I bind his wrists and have him dangling from a support beam in the kitchen before I begin. The strip of cloth gagging Ugo prevents him from saying more sadistic shit that would coerce me to kill him faster than I’d like. But I won’t and I told my brother to stop me if it looked like I’d deny myself the pleasure of torturing the cocksucker. Maximus hasn’t had to interfere and leans against the counter with his weapon trained on Ugo the entire time.
I studied the anatomy of the human body, not only so I could be a master at giving pleasure but also pain. That learning also included the arteries and their locations, importance, and overall impact on a human being. I couldn’t have my women tied up and dying from lack of circulation. That typically ruins the fun of sex. Just saying.
Ugo bleeds from several gashes in his skin, courtesy of me. The red rivers flow down his nude body and pool under his feet. Because of him being suspended, his toes slip periodically on the wet substance, causing his bonds to tighten painfully. Nearly falling also ignites panic, which has his heart pumping faster and the lacerations gushing crimson. It’s a vicious cycle.
“You took her innocent blood,” I say, dragging the tip of my knife down the center of his chest, lightly slicing into the small rim of his navel, and then stopping at the base of his cock. “And now I’m taking yours.” I tilt my head. “Do you think it’s possible to bleed the evil out of someone, Max?”
My brother makes a non-committal sound.
“Quite right.” I turn back to my victim and shrug. “Since you cannot be redeemed in that way, let’s try another, hmm?” Ugo nods, but it’s more like flopping his head up and down, the lack of control due to the blood loss he’s experienced. “I want you to beg for absolution,” I say.
He balks and his grunt is muffled by the cloth in his mouth.
That reaction has my vision blurring with hatred. Does this man actually think he doesn’t have anything to be sorry for? His screams bring back my focus and I blink at the sight of my knife buried in his cock. Then I lean to the side, tilt my head in study, and nod appreciatively. The blade is piercing his cock and his ball sac. I mentally pat myself on the back.
I’ve turned torture into fucking artwork. Who says the members of the mafia can’t be creative?
I leave the knife intact and grip Ugo’s throat, adjusting my hold because of the stickiness coating it. “You will beg Carina Nardone for forgiveness. And just like she can never go back and retrieve her innocence, you won’t be able to gain absolution. But you’ll do this because I want your groveling to be the last words you utter.”
He takes a long time to die.
