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Alan chuckles, “You mean your father?”
My brows furrow, but he keeps talking, “Yeah, that’s right, boys, I’m not Alan. Fate saw it fit for Nelo and Elizabeth bear twins. Of course, Nelo only needed one, he had no use for the second squirming babe that came wailing into the world three minutes later. So, he completely discarded the second one...I was never given a name, my birth was never recorded, never left the room our mother was locked in…it was as though I didn’t exist. Your father, though,” he chuckles, “he received Nelo’s full and completely undivided attention.”
I’m stunned, my mind trying to comprehend how I never knew I had an uncle, how I don’t notice any differences between the two, but they’re identical in every way, even the way they move and speak. It’s fucking unnerving and raises my hackles like nothing else.
“Let me guess,” Luce says when I stay quiet, “you got the short end of the stick, locked away with mommy while daddy showered your brother with love, and you felt left out. Daddy issues, is that it?”
“You sniveling little prick!” The bastard snarls, yanking on the binds weakly and making Luce laugh.
“Struck a chord, did I?”
“My father was the other man with Pink.” I say mostly to myself, pieces starting to fall in place.
Not-Alan looks at me, “That’s right, boy. I’m your uncle. Since I was given no name however, most people know me as Alan, you know, since we like to switch places once in a while. But you can call me uncle Al.” He gives me a sick grin that disappears the moment I lift my gun to the soft skin under his jaw.
“I’d rather shove your balls down your throat. Keep talking,Al.”
“Why the fuck would you,the discarded brother, help Alan?” Luce asks as I shove away from the bastard and pace the cell. The smell in here is rancid and makes thinking difficult and breathing a goddamn feat, but I need to hear the rest of this fucked up story.
“It’s true, I was discarded, but that didn’t mean my brother had an easy life. Years of abuse that you can’t even fathom went by while my brother and I grew closer and closer. Until one day, father came home drunk and angry with the stock market. He beat Elizabeth until she was no longer breathing. We were just fifteen at the time, but the moment our mother’s love was gone, we were no longer the boys she wanted us to be. Alan and I killed Nelo together, butchered his body side-by-side and took over the empire. We’ve had each other’s back from day one.
“Unfortunately, my brother and his hunger for rape, he brought two boys into this world. Gian - or Pink, as you would call him - is your half brother. Discarded just as I was, raised by me until your father needed him. Ah, Gian was so envious of you, Gio. You had it all, and you squandered it for a used up cunt. I warned Alan he was falling down the rabbit hole. But he didn’t listen and married poor Elena, that wretched little whore. All alone in the world, no one to search for her dead, broken body.”
He sighs lecherously, his next words making me stop cold in my tracks, “Her screams though, oh, how hard they’d get me every time. Almost as hard as your little Lexi’s tears made me.”
I lift my hand and pull the trigger on my nickel plated 1911A gun, the .45 caliber bullet tearing the bastard’s kneecap to shreds as he howls in pain.
My ears ring loudly, but I don’t have a single care in my body as I blow his other kneecap off.
“WHERE IS ALAN HIDING!?” I scream, my voice sounding faraway.
I bring the barrel of the gun to Al’s shoulder and pull the trigger again, screaming my question repeatedly.
“No more!” He begs with a broken scream, “Fuck!”
I put the barrel to his other shoulder, “I can shoot you in so many non-lethal places or I can end you quickly. Where.The fuck.Is Alan?!”
“Last time I spoke to him, he was staying at the hotel, you fuck! I’ve been here! How the hell would I know?”
“I’m going to count to three, asshole and if you don’t give us an answer, Gio is going to continue to shoot you in places you won’t immediately die from.” Luce warns, kicking Al in one of his mangled knees.
“One!” He snaps, kicking Al’s leg. “Two!” He shoves his finger into the bullet hole in Al’s shoulder. “Thre–”
“Alright! Fuck! He’s on the boat near the shipping docks where you caught me.”
Luce spits in his face before sneering down at the piece of shit, “I never would have ratted out my brother.”
If Al hears him, he doesn’t reply to that. Although, with a body riddled with bullets, I’m certain his mind is focused elsewhere.
“Even without pain, these rat brothers don’t know shit about honor, isn’t that right, uncle?” I sneer as I squat, tilting my head to look into his eyes, “After all, a man with honor would never kill innocent women.” I tap the barrel of my gun to my temple, feigning confusion, “No way in hell the Nelo boys would do that. Right?!”
I grip his throat and shove him back, looking over my shoulder to Luce and ticking my chin at him. He understands what I want and steps forward, flipping his butterfly knife out and gripping the tip of Al’s nose.
The bastard begins to struggle but freezes when he sees the blade Luce presses against his nose, “Who has been killing the girls?”
“And don’t think you can lie, asshole; I have my finger right over your pulse.” I squeeze his throat.
He swallows, his swollen eyes bouncing between us, “You’ll kill me either way!”
