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I stepped back when he pulled the trigger to spare my ears from some of the after effect.
He woke up, screaming and falling to the floor, grabbing at the bullet wound.
“Are you ready to finish this?” I asked Mateo, reaching out and grabbing my mother by the back of her head.
“I’m ready to win this.” He smiled and nodded in the direction of the foyer, telling me to lead the way.
“Come on, mother, we’re going on a trip.” I lifted her off the table and forced her to walk forward, keeping my gun pressed into her back.
Even in her current predicament, she walked like a queen. Unfortunately for her, there could only be one, and that title belonged to me.
I watched them dismantle his body day by day over the course of two weeks.
Sergio and I took turns hosing him down when Mateo or Elias would finish.
The first day, they took off his right hand. Mateo took the see-saw and worked it back and forth, burying it deep into the flesh and sawing down through the bone.
Elias cauterized the massive wound with a blow-torch, burning Brock’s new stub to a crisp.
The second day was his left hand. The fourth, Mateo simply flipped out a pocket knife and sliced off the man’s ear, shoving it inside his mouth when he continued to scream.
They finished him off together, peeling the flesh from his body with razor blades.
It meant spending long nights away from my gorgeous man, but the mind-blowing sex afterwards made up for it.
When all was said and done, Elias wanted to hang Brock from the plaza bridge. Mateo and I thought that might be
a bit too much—no one would want to flock to Vice City with that route of advertising. Instead, he was left for the gators to chow down on.
By the end of the second week, Melody and I were well prepared with our arsenal of tools, donning simple sundresses, and ready to work magic on my ‘mother’.
“Suck in all the fresh air you can,” I warned, heeding my own advice before I opened the door.
Stepping into the white walled room, I curled my lip at the filthy bedpan and empty cans of Alma dog food.
“Elena, how nice—” A coughing fit interrupted whatever she was going to say.
“You do know I know you being sick is bullshit, right? We have cameras in here.”
I shook my head and sat my makeup bag and jug of water down.
“How much time do we have?” Melody asked, looking down at her wrists.
“Two hours. Let’s try to do it in less.”
“Is this really how you’re going to treat your mother?” Rihannon intoned.
“Oh, honey, you’re not my mother. You’re just some deluded crazy bitch who killed my father, sister, and hurt way too many people.”
She opened her mouth to spit out something cruel, no doubt, but Melody was there, pressing a wad of duct tape across her lips.
“You good?” she asked, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“I’m fine. Ket’s just get this over with.”
With a nod, we spent the next bit of time prepping Rihannon for her new life.
I dumped a half gallon of water on her head to attempt to clean her hair, and to give Melody a blank canvas to work her facial magic. She sputtered as it rolled down her face and over her nose.
