“I ain’t do shit,” Paolo slurs, his head lolling to the side.
Kai drops him heavily, Paolo’s head hitting the concrete floor with a loudthunk. He groans and raises a mangled and fucked up hand to the back of his head.
“Broke his fingers?” I ask, walking around Paolo’s other side and stepping on his hand. He cries out, trying to wiggle away from my foot.
“Manuel did. I took care of everything else. Carter wanted to kill Paolo himself, but I don’t like anyone fucking with my man, so this fucker is mine.”
I walk with Kai over to the table in the corner where a whole-ass assortment of knives is laid out for him. Helovingly runs his fingers over a serrated blade, but bypasses it for a machete.
Kai hefts the blade and weighs it in his hands, tossing it back and forth before nodding his approval.
“How did you catch him?” I ask, leaning against the wall so I can watch Kai work.
“One of my girls told me when I came to visit. Said that he called her to his office and put his hands where they shouldn’t have been. I wanted to kill him right then, but Carter said he didn’t want me to go to prison, so I had some of my guys grab him.”
Paolo grunts. “I ain’t…touch that bitch.”
Kai walks over and kicks him in the face. “You did. We found other women too, P. Are all of them lying? Fucking doubt it.”
Manuel comes downstairs and stands beside me, dapping me up. “I’m just in time,” he says, rubbing his hands together like a kid at a toy store.
I grin over at him. “Don’t wanna miss the show.”
“Any last words, you lying prick?” Kai hisses.
Paolo spits at Kai’s feet. “Those cunts begged for it. Liked the boss touching them and sucking my?—”
I pull my gun out and cock it so everyone in the room hears. Then I aim it at Paolo. “I will fucking shoot your shrimp dick off if you finish that sentence.” Even in the face of death, he moves his broken hands in front of his cock. I have half a mind to shoot him anyway, but this is Kai’s show.
Paolo’s eyes bulge as he shakes his head. “No, no, don’t!” He looks up at Kai, pleading now. “Listen, it was all a misunderstanding. I only…well…just the once. She was flirtin’ with me, ya know? Sending mixed signals. Bitch was a fucking tease, so I?—”
Faster than the eye can see, Kai swings the machete and slits Paolo’s throat, cutting off his bullshit excuses.
Gurgling sounds escape Paolo’s throat, and he brings his hands to the clean incision, trying to stem the bleeding.
“Fucking prick,” Kai says as he watches Paolo drop heavily to the ground and bleed out.
Kai walks over and pushes the body over with his foot. His chest doesn’t rise or fall anymore, his eyes peeled wide with shock.
Leaning down, Kai grabs Paolo by the hair and brings the machete down on his neck, blood splashing all over himself.
Over and over, Kai chops through skin, muscle, and bone until Paolo’s head is removed from his body.
Kai stands to his full height, breathing heavily as he holds the head at his side. “Show this to whoever thinks they can fucking rape people in this fucking family—Whitlocks or St. Clairs. The same fucking thing will happen to them. I abhor that shit. Understand?”
“Got it,” Manuel says nonchalantly, like he didn’t just see a man get beheaded. “What do you want me to do with the rest of the body?”
“Acid bath.” Kai drops the head and walks over to the table, placing the machete back in its spot. “Let me clean up, then we can go to the construction company. Wanna tell Carter it’s done and talk about what’s next for you.”
I grunt. “I’m good with my job now. If I’m stuck in a casino, I won’t get the chance to watch you work.” I point to the headless body being dragged by a Whitlock man on one side and a St. Clair man on the other.
Family integration seems to be working pretty well for them.
Kai shoots me a dry look, the blood dripping down his face making him look more menacing than his good looks would otherwise. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“Why can’t you have Declan do it? Or fucking Gavin? Family cohesion and shit.”
“We’ll talk about it later,” Kai repeats with a little more bass in his tone. I tick up an eyebrow and he just scoffs. He grabs a towel from the table and wipes his face as he goes to shower in the small stall around the corner.
