Arthur
When I left Gabe, I walked past an interrogation room on my way up to my home. A man I did not recognize stood against the wall, already terrified. Killian, a Cavalieri, was questioning him, and his interrogation style was enough to make anyone piss their pants. I stepped into the room, and they both glanced my way.
“He works for Russo, has for many years. Name’s Eduardo. Thought he might have some intel we don’t.”
I clenched my jaw. “What a coincidence. I just visited Gabe, and he told me a few things about Russo you might find interesting, Eduardo,” I said calmly. Disgusting, the other things the boy had told me. The fact that their mother knew that their butler, Eduardo participated in the abuse, maybe not physically, but he was involved.
“Did you know that Russo was molesting his daughter and fucking his seven-year-old son every single night into his teens, Eduardo?”
He shook his head glancing downward. Killian’s eyes widened, his face twisting in disgust.
I moved toward the man. “Are you sure, Eduardo? Because if I find out you're being untruthful-”
Killian stepped forward and took a seat as he opened his knife set.” Take your pick.”
I pulled a knife from the set and walked toward Eduardo, sighing.
“There is a special place in Hell for all of us, you know. Men like me who enjoy killing a bit too much. And there is also a place for those who ignore the kind of sick things that went on in that house.”
I held his ear and started to slice away at the cartilage. “Hear no evil,”
His screams vibrated off the walls. I set the knife down. “Talk, Eduardo, I am listening. No pun intended.” Killian had made himself comfortable, sitting on a chair, his legs crossed on top of the table.
“I did know. It was hard not to when the boy screamed.” He spoke slowly, the pain making it hard to get the words out.
“Gabriel said you’d tape it for Russo. Is that true?
“He - he sometimes made me watch when he was with the boy. I’d tape it for him, for later-”
“Then why lie to me, Eduardo? Is it because you enjoyed it? Watched it a couple of times, too, didn’t you?”
I walked up to him and took a small, thicker knife, and shoved it into one of his eyes. “See no evil.”
Fluid and blood splashed everywhere, even on me, and I didn’t give a fuck. I was lost in the euphoria. I pushed the knife into his other eye, and his screams were ecstasy. Like an orgasm, only one hundred times more intense.
“You boys usually get all the fun.” I considered Killian who shook his head and scrolled through his phone.
“Please…” The words were barely comprehensible.
Next, I used pliers to pull out his tongue. “Speak no evil.” I slit through the flesh and threw it beside him. Blood flowed from the wound.
I pulled my gun out of my holster and shot him in his head a few times.
“I need a shower,” I sighed, walking out of the room.
“You’re getting fucking messy in your old age, Arthur.”
