“On it.”
Gabriel strips Gianni of his clothes, leaving him naked. “We’re going to have some fun. Your cooperation will determine how much fun we’re going to have.”
“You’re going to regret this,” Gianni spits.
Gabriel chuckles. “You keep saying that. But from what I see, you don’t hold any power here. You say you’re powerful, and I say I will shove that power up your ass. So, you’d better start talking.”
Gianni spits on Gabriel. “I will hunt you from my grave, you bastard.”
“No, you won’t, because I will make sure you don’t have one. I will chop you up and feed you to the fish in the Hudson River.”
“Found some good butcher’s knives,” Mack announces.
“Perfect.” Gabriel grins. “Shall we begin?”
Gabriel takes a long, narrow knife and places it under Gianni’s throat. “I will ask you one last time. Names?”
“Fuck you.”
“Wrong answer.” He thrusts the knife into his skin and slices him down from his torso to his belly.
Gianni screams in pain, cursing. His fresh blood, a dark, glistening crimson, splatters onto the cold, hard floor. Themetallic scent fills my nostrils, and with each drop, the anger inside me fades away.
I should be horrified by the sight and the torture inflicted by the man in front of me, but I’m not. Relief hums through me, steady and cold, as I watch the man who once thought himself untouchable finally pay for his sins. He deserves worse. So much worse. For everything he did to me… and to those before me.
He pleads, trembles, breaks, but I don’t move. I just watch. Every flinch, every gasp, every useless attempt to bargain feels like another weight lifting off my chest. I thought revenge would taste like fire. Instead, it’s clean. Controlled. Almost calm.
“Stop, please. I will tell you the names,” Gianni cries out.
“Talk!”
“They are Mario’s crew. Vito and his cousins. Please, stop. Just kill me.”
Gabriel looks at me. “You know who he’s talking about?”
I nod. “Yeah. You know one of them, too.”
“I see.”
Gianni’s bloody, pleading eyes catch mine. “Tell him to kill me already.”
I laugh and push off the wall, reaching him in a few steps. “He told you he would skin you alive, didn’t he? But what he didn’t tell you is that I will enjoy every second of it.”
I turn toward Gabriel and take the knife from him. I look Gianni in the eyes. “But there is something I want.” I swallow and take his tiny cock in my hand, and in one swift move, I place the knife on it, digging in and cutting it off.
My breath quickens, and I block out Gianni’s desperate cries and watch his blood as it disappears from his body.
I breathe in and out, and for a second, I’m at peace because he got what he deserved. But his desperate cries are annoying. I look at the flesh in my hand and laugh. Then I look at Gianni and do the only thing left to do; I stuff it into his mouth, feedinghim his own cock, and leave him to choke on it while he bleeds to death.
I exit the kitchen and search for some water, gulping it down in one go. I need to calm down; I can hear my heart beating in my ears. A hand touches my shoulder, and I turn to Gabriel.
“You good?”
I shrug. “Why shouldn’t I be?”
“You’ve done something like that before?”
I shake my head. “No.”
