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He didn’t give a response; he instead let out a loud groan. If he was wincing then, I couldn’t imagine how much it was going to hurt later. “How many times did you touch her?” It hurt me to ask him this, but luckily, the more it hurt me, the more it’s gonna hurt him.
“Too many times,” he said with a slight chuckle. What made me angrier was how he thought it was funny.
I grabbed the largest knife from the box and walked closer to him. Our faces were at kissing distance. “You think you’re funny, huh?” I asked as I dragged the knife along his chest, bringing it straight down his body. The line of blood seeped out, and that made me happy. I had never been happier to see red than I was in that moment. When I finally got to his crotch area, I plunged the knife in and left it there. He screamed out, and that was music to my ears.
“You left them serious scars, which pisses me the fuck off. This is what you deserve,” I shouted, “Kamadge and Louis, finish this, please,” I ordered.
“Do you want him dead?”
“No, make him wish he were dead. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Ronan, Lucio, Arnoldo and I left the building and all the screams behind. I felt no remorse in there, just more power, and that was how it should have been.
“You’re ruthless,” Lucio remarked, “good work, man,” he congratulated.
“Yeah. Assholes like him need their dick chopped off. I’m so sorry he hurt Azzaria and her mom. Where is she, by the way?”
There it was. The one question I couldn’t answer. “We’re in a fight right now, so I don’t exactly know. I’ll know soon.” I hoped I would. I really did.
“Nina’s mad at me too because I got her the wrong flavor of ice cream,” he babbled.
“Women,” we all groaned and rolled our eyes.
“Will you be fine?” The boys asked. I could tell why they asked, and it was a good reason. I normally have a bit of a conscience after I torture a person. No matter how angry I got, there was always a down moment and some amount of spiraling for days. It wasn’t because I regretted it, it was because my grandmother wouldn’t have approved of this life. So I tend to punish myself the way I know she would’ve. Withdrawal.
“I’ll be good. He deserves everything that’s coming his way.”
“Since we have no women going home to as my wife’s in Italy,” Lucio said, “beers at our favourite friend’s bar?”
“I have a woman going home to,” Ronan pointed out.
Lucio laughed. “Fratello, she doesn’t like you.”
“True, but she still loves me.”
“Are you forgetting what you did?”
“Whatever, are we gonna get the beers or not?”
“Sure, but I don’t drink beer,” I reminded them. “I’ll have a scotch.”
“They’ll still let you into the billionaire club if they find out you drink beer, you know that, right?” Ronan said.
“Shut up.”
CHAPTER 28
Azzaria
IT HAS BEEN ABOUT THREE DAYS SINCE I’VE seen him, and it felt like I was ripping my own heart out. I’ve been missing from everything and everyone, even Abi, and that was only because she wasn’t in New York.
All I’ve done for the past three days: Sleep, cry, and cry some more. It was so crazy to think that the person I spent all those years without entered my life, and then, I couldn’t see myself without him. I couldn’t even blame him because I ran. Times got tough, and someone told me one too many bad things, and I left without even looking back. I always fucked up the good things in my life.
He texted me every hour of every day, and my heart broke some more reading them. I knew for a fact that he needed me yesterday, and I wasn’t there. I’m don’t even know why I keep messing up the one thing in my life that was stable.
The only plus side of the past three days was that I got to see my mother. We’ve watched movies and baked together, but that’s about it. I sort of told her about what happened with Dillon and me, leaving out all of the major details, and she didn’t have much to say as expected. It was like me asking her what would happen if I mixed oil and water... nothing, they’re immiscible.
The reality sucked, and I was going crazy without him. Glancing at my clock, I saw the time read 3:55 pm. Good job, Azzaria! One more day of waking up when the day is done.
