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I took a step back and admired my handiwork. Blood and fluid meshed together, dripping from the wooden platform to the concrete floor.
Satisfied, I shoved my knife in my boot and made my way to the industrial sized sink that sat behind the mini bar, passing different tools and contraptions on my way.
Everything inside this room was meant to cause pain and suffering.
Had I been anyone else, I would’ve shit myself the second I walked in.
Since I was admittedly a sick fucking individual, I thought it was all glorious.
I scrubbed my hands clean, shut off the stereo system, and made for the exit, leaving Isaac’s mutilated body strung up in starfish position.
Stepping out into the empty hall, I saw the faint glow of a lamp coming from the living room and made my way towards it, shoes thudding against the immaculately polished hardwood floor.
“That guy didn’t know anything,” I announced, hitching a thumb over my shoulder.
“They never do,” Grimm replied, offering me his jar of hooch once I claimed a spot on the sectional.
I gratefully accepted and took a healthy swig, sucking my teeth as the bittersweet ferment traveled down my throat.
Romero had yet to say a word, but I knew whatever deviant scheme was floating around inside his head would be shared aloud eventually—or at least the parts of it he felt like sharing. The man was notorious for springing shit on us at the last minute.
His dark eyes were fixed on the round screen of a baby monitor.
I didn’t need to see it to know it gave him a clear view of Cali and Adelaide, his baby girl. Sometimes he would sit and watch them for hours. It was safe to say he was thoroughly obsessed with his family.
“So much shit has changed,” he started after an elongated silence, tossing the monitor down on the cushion beside him.
Me and Grimm shared a look, readying ourselves for whatever else was about to come out of his mouth.
“It used to only be the three of us. Now our family is growing, and it’s only going to get bigger. I need us to focus on securing our future. I’ve gotten a lot of offers for partnerships, more people want to be initiated, and I think it’s time to expand the compound.
“Grimm’s ready to have his house constructed, which means you should be too, but before we can do any of those things, we have to finish this. It’s been long enough.”
There wasn’t a need to question what the ‘this’ was, or how he intended for it to be finished.
He was talking about Centriole, The Kingdom, the city where all our problems currently laid root. He was talking about wiping Vitus from the face of the earth.
In short, he was talking about war, cuz that’s exactly what the fuck was coming. And we’d be the ones on the offense.
“When?” I asked what me and Grimm were both wondering.
“We hit the city in two weeks.”
“And Vitus?” Grimm asked.
“Let me handle Vitus. I’ll make sure his end is satisfying for all of us.”
His voice sounded as coolly detached as it always did, no evident tension in his posture.
Unlike him, the peace of mind I’d achieved minutes ago quickly fled, leaving behind emptiness that settled in my chest. My fingers flexed around the jar of hooch and I took another swig.
Romero and Grimm being the intuitive fuckers they were both noticed the slight motion.
“Whatever you’re thinking, remember this isn’t on you. Taking Frank out was inevitable. For Arlen, our new suppliers, and us,” Grimm said.
I gave him a wide grin. “Aww, are you worried about me, Grimmy?”
Romero interjected with a smooth, “I am,” leveling me with a look that conveyed how serious he was.
