I nod.
“Guys, remove his clothes.”
“Leave his boxers on,” Nico adds.
I glance at my husband. “You think I want to see his goods?”
“No, doesn’t mean I want either of them naked in front of you.”
“I got it, Nico.” I shake my head.
Ettore’s jacket and shirt have been thrown to the side. Kicks pulls off his bloody undershirt next.
Blue and red bruises cover his tattooed skin.
“You deserve this pain,” I yell.
“My mother didn’t.”
Ettore’s barely conscious and not listening to me. That has to change.
“Recline his seat. Don’t strap him down yet,” I order.
“Serenity,” Nico warns.
Grabbing a switchblade from my waist holster, I approach Ettore.
I notice Miff nods at Nico and pulls his Glock from his holster. He points it at his head.
“Don’t think about touching her,” Miff warns.
Kicks is at my side. I can feel the tension in the air.
I slide the blade down his chest. “I told Gioele…”
Ettore’s eyes widen at the mention of his brother’s name.
“…the pedo Bruciare all’inferno. Burn in hell.” I smirk.
“Right before I slit his throat.”
His gray eyes darken. “You little bitch.”
Phlegm flies from his mouth, landing on my cheek as his fist rockets into my chest. I jerk back. The blow steals the air from my lungs, and I stagger backward, hitting the cold concrete floor. A sharp, throbbing pain pulses through my chest. Nausea churns in my stomach. Nico hauls me up, sets me in a nearby chair, and dabs my face clean with a paper towel.
I see the rage burning in his eyes. He wants to shout, but he swallows the words.
What’s with men spitting in a woman’s face? This is the second time one of my enemies has done it.
Nico tosses the paper towel onto the plastic sheet and strides toward Ettore, who’s being savagely beaten by Miff and Kicks.
Nico pulls a knife from his waist holster and drives it into Ettore’s foot. As Ettore lets out a bloodcurdling scream, Nico clamps his hand around Ettore’s neck.
“You are responsible for stealing my wife’s innocence.” Nico plunges his fist into his face repeatedly at a weird angle, like he’s an MMA fighter.
“She shouldn’t have had to kill anyone at such a young age. And your piece of shit pedo brother is lucky he got a quick death.” He slams his fist into his face again.
“I want to bring that motherfucker back to life so I can kill him. You bastards destroyed my fucking woman,” he roars in a tone I never heard before.
