The thought breaks me anew, and I can't stop myself from sobbing. It's only much later when grief morphs into unquenchable fury that I react again, knowing what I have to do.
Kissing Luca's forehead, I lay him back in his cradle, telling Mrs. Marshall to watch him well.
I grab two guns, both fully loaded, and I strap myself with knives.
Because I have a mission.
And no one will make it out alive.
They took my heart; now I'm going to take theirs—literally.
45
ENZO
I gripthe gun tightly in my hand as I imagine the bloodshed—a river of blood to paint the entire house red.
They went for the only thing that mattered in my life, and just like my mother’s, their deaths will not be swift. No, I will make sure they sufferfor daysin inconsolable torture, bleeding but not dying.
Just like I am now.
Alive, but slowly dying on the inside, Luca being the only reason I don't end it all here and now in what would end up as an iconic murder-suicide.
But I can't do that to my little boy. Not when he's the only link I have left with Allegra.
I walk slowly, with measured steps, all the while imagining the worst possible deaths for those pieces of shit.
Should I skin them alive?
Cut their limbs one at a time?
Or maybe I should just chemically preserve Chiara so I can still look upon my Allegra's face…
But it wouldn't be her.
I felt it before I knew it, so it would never work. She couldnever replace my heart, even on the most physical level where they're identical.
And so, torture it is.
Pure agony.
I bottle up the grief for a moment, needing my wits about me to beat them at their own game. They're probably fucking even now.
Ah, but wouldn't it be nice if Chiara would choke on Father's dick—after it's been severed from his body, of course? I'd like to see her face then, when I make them eat each other's entrails and choke on putrid bile, regurgitating only to ingest again.
My mouth curls up in sinful delight.
I'm at the top of the stairs, my resolve firm, my fingers itching to draw blood.
Until my phone rings, and one reluctant glance tells me it's Lia.
Does she know?
I'm torn between ignoring her call and continuing on the path of destruction, but the other side of me tells me to answer it, find out exactly what these people have done, and mete out an even worse punishment.
"Yes," I answer, my tone curt and clipped.
"Signor Enzo," Lia says, her voice breathy and scared.
