“You aren’t married, so there was no one to kidnap. But we will cripple your business,” Krew adds. He glances at Nico.
“Can you go to cam two?”
“With pleasure.” Nico taps a button on the remote, and a row of burning warehouses appears on the screen.
“What the fuck? No,” Aleksandr roars.
“Thought we wouldn’t find your precious supply building,” Dad laughs.
Nico steps back, allowing my family and I to continue with our torture.
“Our connections with the New Jersey five families have allowed us to broaden our reach.” Dadwidens his arms for theatrics. “With the help of Sebastian Johansen, the software tycoon. He hacked into your bank accounts. All the money sitting in offshore accounts now belongs to the Cichellos and the five families. Your family has nothing.”
“Unlike you bastards, we don’t kill women and children.” I grin.
“Dad wanted you to feel what it felt like to be helpless. My father is the best man I know. Sure, he’s a gangster, but he still has honor.” I hold my head high.
Dad brings the hammer down on Ettore’s other thigh again and again. “You miserable piece of shit. You thought you were untouchable. You terrorized my daughter. Stole her innocence. Left my son helpless. And murdered our unborn child. I should have my men slit your family's throats in front of you.”
The pleading look on Ettore’s face brings me satisfaction.
“No,” he wails, blood pouring from his wounds.
Dad hands the hammer to Mom and steps toward Aleksandr. Together with Krew, they begin to torment him.
Mom raises the hammer and strikes Ettore’s shoulder. “There’s a twisted pleasure in watching you suffer, dying slowly. My family and I will chop you two bitches into pieces and toss your body parts into the fire,” she says through hysterical laughter.
“You will also be punished for spitting on me.” I flash a wicked grin.
Nico steps closer in full protective gear, gripping a scalpel. “I’m going to cut your fucking lips off. I’ll leave your tongue for Tizáno.” My husband chuckles.
I watch as my husband slices Ettore’s lips off like a plastic surgeon.
“Beautiful job, baby,” I purr.
Nico smiles. “Princess, finish him off.”
I select a rusty saw from the array of tools on the table and grab Ettore’s arm. “Mom, let’s have some fun.”
She chuckles. “Let’s.”
As Mom plunges her blades into Ettore’s flesh, tearing him apart, I sever one of his arms.
The torment lasted for hours. Mom skillfully cut just deep enough to keep Ettore breathing. Dad and Krew delivered the final blow. Nico tortured and killed Aleksandr for sending men to murder him—and for killing Lune.
They earned every ounce of our fury.
Now, it’s time for my family to heal and move forward with our lives.
Chapter Twenty-Six
NICO
Witnessing my wife get the revenge she so deserved warmed my thawing heart. Now it’s time to work out our bullshit and be a family.
Bets opens the rear passenger SUV door. Madden releases Kisha’s hand, jumps into the back seat, stands on his knees, and curls his arms around our necks.
“I missed you bof,” he says.
