They’re all very close. When one of them decides to have a fight, the others choose sides as well.
Pulling off my mask, I shove it in my back pocket, attempting to ignore Dario’s hand signaling me to stop.
“What?”I mouth, my eyes widening to show him exactly what I think about his hand. He points to his eye and then the wall, and I make a face at him in annoyance.
Ugh. Of course I’m going to check before I walk out there. Does he think I’m an amateur?
Pulling my knife from my belt, I ease down the hallway, watching for any movements. There are too many hidden alcoves in this house, and it’s making me twitchy. Looking into the main room, I wince as I see bodies littering the area.
“What if it’s the plague?” Frank asks, one of my cousins. He’s also chosen a side, and he looks pale as he leans against the wall, breathing heavily. “This is a bad omen, Uncle.”
“Pah! You make your own luck, Frank. Go back home if you don’t want to be here,” Elio grumbles. “We have guards outside, but the sickness is in here. What good are they?”
“Indeed. They all have the shits, dear uncle. Is it that hard to employ people with stronger bowels?” I ask, stepping into the room slowly. “Consider this karmic justice, Elio. Tell me, would you have raped me too if I hadn’t cut off your fingers?”
“You said you had an accident…” Frank looks between us, trying to figure out the truth. “She’s your niece!”
“They all took turns,” I hiss. “And Papa let them. This family is cursed. I hope it doesn’t follow you into the afterlife.”
Since he was nice enough to have a little decency about what happened to me, I do him a solid and shoot him in the head.
“Aunt Marissa,” I croon. “Meet the plague that’s killing your family.”
“Undo this!” she screeches. “We didn’t touch you or your cunt. If your father decided to discipline you, that’s between you and him.”
“Rape isn’t discipline. Wrong answer,” I say in a sing-song voice, killing her next.
My pack follows me, heading upstairs to exterminate whoever is left. This isn’t a good old fashioned killing, but rather an execution with some flare. They know I can handle myself.
I’m not scared of this pathetic alpha anymore, not when the bodies of his unprotected family lay around him. He is just as angry, but mine burns hotter.
“Get on your knees, Elio. Beg me for your life.”
“Fuck you!” His hand attempts to pull his gun, and I shoot his arm and right knee, getting him to do as I insisted earlier.
“And how the mighty fall,” I croon, kicking his gun away from him when it falls to the ground.
The door opens loudly and my hand with the gun swings in that direction a second before my eyes follow.
“We’re just here for back up,” Carter says, pulling off his mask. “Do whatever you need to without judgment.”
Pack Nisim stands quietly at the wall, and Grant tosses a bag toward me.
“I like to bring my own torture tools to a party,” he says, his blue eyes sparkling with danger behind his mask. He holds himself in a way that reminds me of a police officer or someone in the military, and I nod in thanks as I reach for the bag.
Elio groans, and I pull out a stun gun in his line of sight.
“I will ask these nice men to fry your knot until I’m ready for you if you don’t shut up,” I grumble.
“I’ll happily do that,” Carter smirks. “Grant, lock the door behind me. I’m going in.”
My lips twitch at his light heartedness as he wrestles off Elio’s pants. He’s still fully dressed for this late at night. It’s amazing to me that he didn’t bother to call a doctor, though my family isn’t much for hospitals. Dr. Walsh is no longer employed by the Accetta’s, which is bad luck for them.
Picking up the stun gun, Carter punches my uncle in the face while his other hand fries his knot. He continues the process every time Elio looks like he’s going to fight back.
“Is anyone else alive in this room?” I ask, finding fun treasures in the bag. Pack Nisim knows how to party.
While one of them checks the bodies in the room, I pick up some barbed wire while Carter shifts his focus to hold down my uncle for me.
