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“You didn’t thinkI forgot about you, did you?”
Lorenzo Espinosa squints against the bright light shining in his face. He’s tied to a chair in a secret padded room of the casino. His wounds are still fresh from the standoff with Lovato. According to C.J., who's been on duty watching him, he’s spent most of the last twenty-four hours sobbing and begging for mercy.
Unfortunately for him, I’m not a forgiving man.
This fucker not only helped shoot up my casino and worked as a street guy for Lovato, but he’s put his hands on Falynn. He kidnapped her and almost stood by and watched her murder.
He’s the man who failed her in the first place—if it hadn’t been for his failure, she’d never have put herself up for sale that night at the Dollhouse. But even though his failure is my victory, his very existence disgusts me.
He needs to be taken care of.
I step farther into the padded room, emerging from the deep shadows, entering the spotlight where Lorenzo’s seated. He blinks up at me, tears wetting the corners of his eyes.
“Mr. S-Sorrentino,” he stutters. He’s shaking in his chair, his knees bouncing. “P-please… I… I’m nobody important… just a street guy.”
“Relax, Enzo. That’s what your friends call you, right?” I ask calmly, circling him. “That’s what Falynn calls you, isn’t it?”
He chokes on his own breath. I stand by and wait as he coughs and tries to gulp down a better breath of air, but his nerves best him again. He’s pathetic, barely able to breathe.
A grown ass man ready to grovel like the coward he is.
“Listen… you have to listen…” he pleads. Even his voice wavers. “If… if this is about Falynn… I don’t want the bitch. You can have her. She’s all yours. W-we were never that serious. I had plenty of other chicks on the side—”
Blood squirts from his mouth as I deck him hard in the jaw. The brass knuckles clutched in my fist knock two teeth loose, and those go flying too. They scatter on the concrete floor beneath our feet. I glance down at them and then back up at him as he breaks down in pained, bloody-mouthed sobs.
“You dropped something,” I say, tapping his cracked teeth on the floor. I stomp on them, pulverizing them into even smaller pieces.
Lorenzo howls out a pathetic cry of pain. A soft tinkle noise joins the sounds of his cries. The crotch of his pants darken by several shades. He’s just pissed himself. Blood pours out of his mouth as he bows his head and begins mumbling a prayer.
“Don’t be a fucking pussy. Look me in the eye!” I growl, clenching my fist in his hair and yanking his head up. His eyes bulge, meeting mine, his ugly face covered in snot, blood, and tears. A hot, intense rage I’ve kept under wraps surges free, tensing up my body. My muscles flex on their own, even my cheek twitching. “You’re fucking disgusting,” I spit. “You don’t deserve to live, do you? What use are you?”
“P-please,” he begs, “I’ll do anything… anything you want!”
“You wet yourself like a little bitch. You should be begging me to end it.”
“No…no!”
He devolves into more hysterical sobs. I snap my fingers and C.J. steps forward with the power drill and bits I’ve requested.
“I’ll work for you. I’ll be… I can be one of your new street guys.”
“Do you think it’s wise to call Falynn out of her name?” I ask him casually, inserting the drill bit into place. I power on the drill and adjust the torque to my liking. “Do you know she was so loyal to you she refused to rat you out? It almost cost her her life, Enzo. Yet here you are, calling her a bitch.”
“I didn’t mean it!” he screams. He eyes the power drill with naked terror.
“I think you did. Did you always treat her so poorly? Did it make you feel like a big, bad man when you smacked her? Now here you are pissing yourself like a child wets the bed. You don’t have an ounce of pride, and that’s why you don’t deserve to live.”
“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!”
“Nobody’s coming, Enzo. But if it makes you feel better to scream at the top of your lungs, be my guest. It’s music to my ears.”
Enzo continues screaming, spraying blood and spit. I advance, the power drill’s loud buzz filling the room. The sound’s contained thanks to the ingeniously padded walls. Thousands of people wander the Vittoria Resort and Casino, none the wiser, a few floors below a man’s about to lose his life… and every part of his body first.
Falynn doesn’t know what’s about to go down. Even though she’s taken a life, she’s still too pure. She’d forgive him. Beg me to let this piece of shit go. She can never know of what I’m about to do.
