He thinks that taking her name will make it any less painful when I kill him. I hope they’re fucking when I kill them both. I hope his dick’s inside her when I chop off their heads and watch as they bleed out on each other.
“…Are you fucking listening to me?”
I lift my glass and nod before taking another swig. I glare at him. His hands are on his waist as he stares down at me, and he throws something across the room. I jerk up, standing right in front of him, and slam the glass down on the table.
Iclench my fists and my jaw as I stare down at him. My nostrils flare, and he puffs his chest, but my resolve is wearing thin. My brother has always got away with everything. Never being held accountable.
Father’s little favourite—while I’ve done as I was told. I was told they had twenty-four hours to play house, for him to bury his dick into my fiancée, before I get to go in there and take it all from them. I might even call in the Mancinis to help.
I’ll tie him up, glue his eyes open, and fuck her in front of him. I’ll slit her throat with my dick so far inside her, I’ll have to be careful I don’t catch the end of my cock. Then I’ll pull out and fuck her throat through the slit. I’ll fuck her until she’s cold, making him watch until the life drains away, while I fuck his little corpse bride.
Then I will slowly kill him, carving pieces off him, and watch the life drain out of him so that all he will ever be able to remember is the sight of me inside her. Wearing her like a fucking puppet. I grin as I turn and slowly walk out.
Pulling out my phone, I call Tomasso Mancini. The Mancinis are bottom feeders; their family was once great like my own, but one bad business decision after another has left them wavering, verging on being evicted from the Syndicate altogether. Scrabbling for scraps from the rest of us to try to keep them afloat, hoping for something to elevate their family back to where it once stood.
“Mr Ricci?” The stutter comes through the phone.
“Tomasso, how would you like to have a little promotion? How would you and your brothers like to earn back a little credibility?”
Tomasso is the brains, and that’s a stretch. His two younger brothers are definitely inbred somewhere down the gene swamp, but it’s irrelevant. If I can get them to help me destroy Arianna, then I won’t have to get my suit bloody until that last part of my plan. And then fucking her in front of my brother while I kill her will be worth putting up with them now for a little while.
“Meet me at the office.” I bark as I hang up. I head to my room. I need to be away from my father right now, or I will end up killing him first, and that won’t go down well. I still need him to hand over the business to me. Once I have my name on everything and my brother and his whore are dead. I’ll fucking kill him too and take everything that’s owed me. I pack my bag and head out the door, sliding into my car and tossing the bag in the back. I need to get away and form a plan. Hopefully, the Mancinis will be useful. More so than the Costas.
I drive to the office, plans, and plots twist in my mind, but visions of her beneath me, covered in claret, while my dick rips her apart, cloud my vision. It’s all I can think about. I want to feel her clench as her body shuts down.
Call me sick, but there’s no greater revenge than utter destruction. And it will feel so good against my skin. I’ll coat myself in the blood of my enemies. Well, her. I will coat myself in her blood. Dripping from me while I rip their existence away from the world.
Pulling up outside the office. I crack my neck, pull on my sunglasses. Stepping out of my car onto the city street. People avoid me, moving to the other side of the pavement, and rightly so; I exude menace and mayhem. Iwear chaos and corruption like an expensive brand of cologne.
I glare through my tinted glasses, daring anyone to enter into my space, but they all stay clear as I step into the office. The receptionist bats her eyes and whispers out a welcome that I ignore as I breeze past. The security alarm rings out as I pass through the metal detector, but I turn my head and glare over the top of my sunglasses at the guard who had just stood from his stool to stop me who then thinks better of it and sits the fuck back down. I head to the elevator as it dings open. I step inside and press the button to the floor I need.
I have my own space here. Father insisted on it, but I’d sooner carry out meetings in dingy warehouses where blood and brain matter on the floor doesn’t create mass hysteria. I make my way to my office and slam the door. As I walk in, I remove my jacket and sit back. I unbutton the cuffs, rolling up my sleeves, leaning back in my chair.
The buzzer rings and I answer.
“Mr Mancini and his brothers are here to see you.”
“Send them up.” I don’t have to wait long before there’s a knock at the door and they walk in. I glare them all down before nodding to the chairs. They take a seat and sit quietly while I assess them. I give them an uncomfortable few minutes before I lean forward on my desk.
“I want her.” They glance at each other and back at me. “I want her head on a pike outside the front of the building. Find her. Catch her and bring her to the warehouse.”
I glare at the vacant expressions as their gazes flit between each other. I stand, slamming my fists againstthe mahogany. “Arianna fucking Bianchi, you fucking dimwits!”
They nod and rise from their seats. I take in a breath, exhaling before I glare at them again. “Now.” I bellow as they turn tail and run. I drop back into my seat, pinching my nose between my finger and thumb before my brain explodes, wondering how the fuck are they one of the top five mafia families? How are they even able to hold a place within the Syndicate?
Ivow that once all this is over and Father hands it all to me, I will eradicate their entire existence. Including their father and cousins. I give myself a minute or ten to calm down my normal stoic, unshakeable exterior, cracking under the pressure, before I will end up destroying everyone.
I need a break, a little time to decompress and settle back into my own skin. I pack, slide into my car, and follow the coastal path, winding roads, and the city fades away into the backdrop. The trees and the mountains will help me formulate a plan and also give them a little breathing room, so they have no idea what’s going to hit them and rip them apart. I pull up outside the cabin and step inside. I head to the landline and pick it up. I contemplate the Mancinis. I’m either going to kill them after or allow her to kill them when I get to the last stretch.
The Mancinis have me fucking fuming. They’re clearly not grasping the finality of this all. I keep repeating over and over in my head that I can’t kill them just yet. Ispread out the blueprints to the Bianchi residence on the table and start to commit it all to memory. If I can get inside. I want to know my way around. I want to make sure my brother and his slut get what’s coming and I can make a clear getaway. I want to make sure I don’t only end them but that I rip their world apart piece by piece.
After hours, my eyes hurt, and I push back from the table. I head outside. The night is crisp, but the air soothes me. It calms something within me. Being away from the city. Being away from my father. From the assholes who call themselves my family. I breathe in the fresh air. The smell of pine dew on the grass fills my lungs. I close my eyes. When I open them, I realise they all have to die.
Arianna
Chapter Twenty-Five
It’s early, and Vittorio is still sleeping; he’s all fucked out, and I feel a little sore, so rather than wait for him to wake up and just end up fucking again. I head downstairs for a break. I wrap my robe tight around me as I push into the kitchen.
