“You’re not going to need your cock in hell, asshole,” Cassidy grumbles.
It takes Nico, Ciro, and Dario to hold him down despite the broken bones until Cassidy can cut Papa’s dick off at the root. It’s shriveled enough that she can shove it into his mouth despite him fighting it, and I drop to my knees at his head to begin sewing his lips together.
Carter was kind enough to give it to me during the struggle, and I barely flinch when my father attempts to bite me.
“If you’re not going to use your nice words, then you won’t be able to speak at all,” I coo at my father. I do it in the most demeaning way possible, and his red rimmed eyes glare at me as I work. “Your sins die today, Papa. I refuse to continuously look over my shoulder every day, wondering if I’m safe. I’m fucking done. I want to be free of you and this family.
“The name Accetta dies here today. I’m officially taking Nico’s last name. I know that’s a little silly since we’re already married, but?—”
“Things have been busy, and there hasn’t been time to register the new name,” Nico murmurs, hiding a smile.
“All done,” I add, standing. “It’s a little crooked. Oh well.”
Nico moves away from me where a man looks uncomfortable, and is shifting from foot to foot.
“Fuck, man, what did you eat, Lucio? That is rank,” Nico groans as he moves closer to him.
There’s no one around him, and I realize he must have bubble guts. He can’t leave his post because we’re not done yet, but he obviously has to take a shit.
“Lucio, right?” I ask, smiling evilly.
“Ohhh, that look is scary,” Ciro mumbles.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what she could possibly be thinking about. Let the man go take a shit,” Dario says.
“I plan to,” I reply. “Lucio, come relieve yourself. Right here on my father’s face. You can make him your own personal human toilet. It’s a shame his lips are sealed shut, but we can make do.”
“Damn. That’s cold,” Carter snickers. “I like it.”
“I couldn’t,” Lucio groans, pressing his hand against his stomach. This time, the noxious smell wafts over to me, making me cough.
“When my wife tells you to do something, you do it,” Nico hisses, pushing him in my direction.
“Rosa, you’re going to want to give him some space,” Silas chuckles.
Nodding, we all back up, and I notice a small tub being passed around.
“What is that?” I ask, ignoring Lucio as he begins to undo his belt.
“Vapor rub,” Silas says, placing some under his nose and handing it to me. “If the smells coming from that man’s ass are anything to judge by, this is going to get nasty.”
Papa impressively flips himself over, his muffled screams around his own castrated cock still loud, but there’s nowhere to go. Cassidy got frustrated at one point with him, and zip tied his ankles together. He looks like a fish out of water as he flops around, and as Lucio pushes his pants down and turns his back on us as he squats, a couple of Nico’s men rush out and flip my father onto his back.
The squelch that comes out of Lucio’s ass is disgusting, and I hurriedly apply the ointment underneath my nose and pass it on. Shit slides out rapidly, and I have to look away so I won’t gag.
“You don’t have to watch it happen to know it did,” Silas murmurs under his breath. “Ugh. What did this guy eat?”
I chuckle, shaking my head as Lucio groans and continues to shit all over my father’s face. Deciding to take a peek, I see his eyes are tightly closed, and he looks as if he’s seconds from puking. Too bad that’ll be a bad life choice. He’ll have to swallow it back down, and may end up choking on his own dick.
Decisions, decisions.
Nico hands Lucio wipes once he’s done, shaking his head. “You may need less fiber in your diet, man. Go waddle away and clean up. Wife, what do you want to do next?”
“I feel like meting out some karma,” I decide. “Can anyone find me a bottle of liquor? Ah, preferably not whiskey.”
“Rosa, it’s fine,” Pablo says softly. “I would very much like to watch you douse the bastard in whiskey. If that’s all that’s available, I’ll be fine.”
Silas unlocks one of the French doors and enters the mansion behind us. I can vaguely hear music now that the door is open, and become aware that some of us will need to be present to make the rounds again.
