“Let's finish this.”
We both walk out of the room and everyone follows my lead as I take them to the room this all started in. The room with the worst memories. The meeting room where they broke Si.
As we walk in, I’m pleased to see Mark has followed through with my instructions. The poles on the stage in the middle of the room ironically now hold Enrico, bound to it as Simon was. His shirt removed, only his pants left.
“Carlos, I’m sorry. Please, whatever you’re planning to do, don’t. I’m your brother. I only did what I was told!” he begs as I walk over to grab the thin tailed leather whip that he used on my Simon.
“You’re not sorry. You’re scared, and you should be,” I say as I move behind him. The guys are all gathered at the front, like this is a paid show. Lev has his phone out to record, no doubt for Aaron.
“Is he the one that did this to Simon?” Dima asks, and I just nod. He looks at Enrico, his ice blue eyes cutting through Enrico like a laser. He deserves all the hate and all of the revenge.
Raising the whip just above my head, I push my strength directly to my wrist that sends energy through the tail, creating a wave effect of the whip before it hits its intended target. Enrico. His screams are blood curdling, the sound of the cracks brings back memories of seeing Simon suffer under its brutality. That just makes me hit harder. The second strike is more explosive, the sound startles me slightly even when I expect it. The motion returns up through my arm, a physical vibration of power that's released and controlled.
Three strikes, four strikes… I continue for as long as my body can hold me up. My shoulder and arm ache like I've lifted heavy weights for several hours. My body is covered in sweat, but I’m in the zone, too focused to let the discomfort bother me. Enrico's back is covered in welts, some of which have split, showing what lay beneath the surface. Red and raw. There is a primal intensity to this, a feeling of being dominant.
As I deliver another lash, not as hard as the others because I’m losing strength, the smell of the leather lingers in the air, mixed with sweat and blood. I can nearly bite into the adrenaline that's pumping in the room. It's palpable off the guys who are enjoying the show, enjoying the screams, the begging, the blood that’s splattered everywhere. I lose count of the lashes I deliver. I want his skin removed from his back, only fat and tissue to be exposed.
“Carlos?” Lev says. I stop and look at him, I’m panting with exertion like I’ve run a marathon.
“Yeah?”
“Before he dies, which I think will be pretty soon, we want to leave a parting gift,” Lev says, and I notice the bottle of vodka in his hands. I instantly know what he’s thinking and move to the side of where Enrico is now passed out.
“Wakey, wakey,” Lev says, Ivan now with the phone in his hand, filming as Lev pours a generous amount of the spirits over Enrico's back. He jolts like being revived from the dead. He wails and writhes. Holy shit, that must burn.
“Yes! This is fucking awesome,” Ivan says, bouncing on his heels.
“Who wants to do the honors?” I ask. “You can have this kill, but my father is mine.”
“Can I do it?” Ivan asks.
“No. You got to do it last time. I want to do this. Doe will like it,” Lev says, almost pouting.
Doe, such a cute pet name for Aaron.
“And what about Tyler? He might like to watch me.”
“We fucking know that isn’t true,” Dima says.
“Yeah, he only likes you hurting him if I remember correctly,” Lev says.
“Can one of you just do it? We don’t have long until we have to leave and I still have two more to deal with,” I say, impatient to get to the grande finale.
Lucas is standing against the bar at the back with a look of amusement on his face. These guys are something special to be around.
“I’m doing it. I’m the one who flew you here. Consider it payment,” Noah says, walking forward in stealth mode. The guy is so quiet and hidden, I forgot that he was here.
“That was your decision, fuckface. Simon is one of us, so it should be us,” Lev snarls at Noah.
“I wasn’t asking,” Noah says flatly. The guy is like a robot. A hot, tall, tattooed and sexy robot.
“Ooh, I vote for Noah to do it,” Ivan says.
“This isn’t a fucking democracy that you get to vote on, Ivan. And stop sucking up to him, he will never be your bestie so give it a fucking rest,” Lev says.
“Hey! We are besties, aren’t we Noah?”
“I’ve told you not to talk to me,” Noah says, and he casually approaches. Before anyone has a chance to react, Noah lifts his bat with two hands above his head and hammers it down onto Enrico's head. Three swift and hard moves have turned my brother into mush. Fuck he’s strong.
