“You’re wrong. I didn’t do any of that,” he panted, his gaze drifting toward Bianca.
My fingers dug into his cheeks as I crushed his clenched jaws. “No more lies!” Then I glanced at Bianca. “Oh where are my manners?” My hand abandoned his face and cupped his balls. “No lady should have ever seen this filthy junk. Sorry, dolcezza.” I chopped off his sac with one slice, and then I butchered his dick.
She gaped at me. Vincenzo’s cries and curses seemed to be coming from her hanging mouth. I laughed.
“PSYCHO BASTARDO!” he wailed.
“Si, si. That’s me, Zio.” I smirked at him. “And you are a fucking liar and a traitor I’m gonna enjoy chopping all night.”
“I’m not lying,” he rattled between screams.
“Oh for fuck’s sake. Bring me my phone, dolcezza. My pants. Left pocket.”
Bianca’s hesitant heels echoed on the cement. Then she gave me my phone. I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into me. Sweet warmth engulfed my body as I felt her close. “You’d want to watch this.”
I played the video. Our prestigious lawyer was on his knees begging for his life.
Vincenzo stopped screaming, his face dark, sweating profusely. I’d seen that look so many times and knew it by heart. His body was going into shock. Was it because I chopped his dick off or because of what he was watching? Or both? When the fucking dirty attorney cawed Vincenzo’s name and how my uncle had convinced him to sell his soul for ten million dollars, Vincenzo’s gray hair stood out in all directions, damp with sweat, the terror in his eyes feeding my beast.
“Are you gonna continue pissing me off with your pathetic lies or are you gonna confess before I send you to your hell?”
“I will confess,” he whimpered.
I gave her my phone and crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m listening.”
“I forged the will.” His body shook. “I had my men follow you in Ponza. I told you to take Alfio with you on the trip instead of me so my men would kill all three of you. Neither of you bastard twins should have taken that seat. When Cosimo was chosen, I was the only one who wanted to object, but I held my piece so I wouldn’t get shunned, knowing there would be a moment when I could take him down. Your brother dug his own grave when he married this girl.
“He started to act like a pussy, pissing on business and the other families. Marta didn’t like it and came tometo get rid of the problem. But Bianca got pregnant then, and Marta postponed it.
“Less than a couple of months after Mario was born, Cosimo wanted to leave. When he named you, I knew this was my chance. You were always the weak twin.” He coughed a laugh.
The anger rumbling inside me was nothing compared to the one emanating from every fiber of my wife.
“What the fuck did you do?” She fumed.
“I said no with the rest. Then I set things in motion, made them look like he did them. Then I shook things harder among the other families. Our boss wasn’t to be trusted anymore. It was only a matter of time,” he blurted out, still shaking. “Either our family or the others were going to take him down. Marta was smart, though, playing that deal. I wasn’t worried. You were much easier to take down than your brother.”
Chapter38
Bianca
My breaths snagged in my chest, coming out as rustling fire. “Cosimo died for nothing. Mario lost his father for nothing. I lost my husband for nothing.” My knees gave, and I plopped down on my ass. “You killed your brother for nothing.”
Enzio roared like an animal and snapped at the motherfucking pig, botching Vincenzo’s fingers one by one, and slicing his nipples, and then his toes. I watched, unfazed by the blood splattering over my clothes and Enzio’s skin, the screams music to my ears.
“You killed my brother, my father, my mother—”
“Not your mother,” Vincenzo wheezed. “I didn’t poison her. Someone else did.”
I crawled to my knees and staggered up, sniffling. “Yes, you did. You were the only one in the room with us other than Lucy. Lucy would never poison me. You did it all, just like Enzio said. You wanted all of us dead so you can take everything.”
“You have to believe me, Enzio,” he whimpered. “Someone else killed your mother. Someone closer to you than you think. She—”
Enzio’s knife stabbed Vincenzo in the neck. But it wasn’t my husband’s hand on the handle. It was mine.
I had no recollection of how I snatched the knife out of Enzio’s hand and twisted it in Vincenzo’s neck, but I knew I had to silence that fucker forever.
