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Giovanni
PLAYLIST: ? BLACKEST HAND - SAINT MESA ?
I black out.The moment is a blank space in the memory of my life. The sight before me is so rage-inducing, I don’t know what happens next. I’m later told it wasn’t pretty. There was blood. There were gunshots. There was madness as I stopped being human. I became a beast bashing in a face until it was unrecognizable.
They say he didn’t even try and fight back. He let me slam him to the ground and press the cold barrel of my gun inside his mouth. He let me pull the trigger.
Louis says he waslaughingwhen I did it.
Giancarlo’s never been a fighter. Even when we were kids. I was always the one getting into brawls and leading our gang into petty crime. He was the one by his lonesome, setting fires and beheading cats.
Now’s no different. The bad things we do may have changed, but fundamentally, we’re still just as fucked up as when we were kids.
I’m still a brute handling matters with my fists. He’s still a psycho, hurting those weaker than him. This time, he had the balls for it to be Falynn.
When I come to, I’m in a chair. Blood stains me. My face. My hands. My clothes. It’s all over me. I’m damp with sweat, and my breath rattles out in ragged, sucking noises.
Everything else around me is quiet. I must’ve wandered off alone. I don’t even know where I am. A second passes before I orient myself, recognizing the furniture and the rest of my surroundings. I’m in the office of my compound.
“Boss,” comes Louis’s voice. He appears in the doorway, also covered in blood, though not nearly as much. He lumbers into the room with a glass of water, setting it down on my desk.
I stare. “What the fuck is this?”
He shrugs. “It’s important to stay hydrated.”
“Louis, now’s not the time for comedy,” I snap. A second later, I’m on my feet, feeling foreign inside my skin, like I’ve morphed into something else. My body’s not my own. Adrenaline still buzzes inside of me. My fists clench, knuckles cut open and bruised, thirsting for more bloodshed.
I want him tosuffer. I want to tear his body apart with my bare hands. Set him on fire and piss on his burning flesh.
He’s my twin. He shares my DNA. My fucking face. But I want to destroy him in every twisted way imaginable. Just as he’s sought to destroy me, only my revenge is so much worse.
“What did I do?”
“Boss, what didn’t you do?” Louis asks in return. “You beat him to a pulp. I grabbed Miss Falynn and got her out of the room. I was only gone a second, but your fists were flying. Then you put your gun in his mouth.”
A fuzzy memory of Giancarlo’s battered face floats to mind. His sick laughter rings in my ears.
“You, uh, you blew a hole in his cheek,” Louis continues, a perturbed expression on his face. “He’s still alive. Just in …uh, pretty bad condition.”
“Good. He doesn’t get to die,” I grit out, my teeth clenched. “Not yet. Where the fuck is he?”
“I’ve got him chained up in the underground vault. He’s not a pretty sight, boss.”
“This is only the beginning. I will disfigure him in every way possible.”
“I’m guessing that’s a no on medical attention. He’s bleeding everywhere.”
“His blood goes with the decor. Where’s Falynn?”
“With Tasha. They’re both pretty banged up. That piece of shit handled them real rough.”
“Call my after-hours doc for them. They need to be checked out.” I move toward the door, not bothering to clean myself up.
Louis’s stare is so heavy I can feel it on me even with my back turned.
“Boss,” he says. “Maybe you need a break before going to see him—I’ve never seen you like you were earlier. Not even when dealing with Lovato.”
“Make sure Falynn and Tasha are taken care of.”
