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Don’t take a break.
And I definitely show no mercy.
I’ve always loved violence, but this is the first time I’ve revered it.
Fuck the law. Sometimes justice can only be achieved with old-fashioned eye for an eye.
Specifically his eye that I punch over and over until capillaries explode in it, but no matter how much I hit it, there’s no erasing the image of Aspen’s swollen eye or how she could barely open it this morning.
The fucker faints on me somewhere in the middle of my adrenaline-induced fun. So I turn to his friend who’s been watching the show while trembling.
“Hey…hey…we can talk about this.” His friend swallows, smelling of revolting sweat mixed with cheap cologne and pure fear.
I drive my fist into his face, making him choke on his own spit. “That’s the thing. I have nothing to talk about.”
“Please.” He coughs. “Surely you got us here for information, right? I can tell you anything you want if you spare me.”
My breathing is harsh but collected, like a predator in the middle of a hunt. I don’t need information from this fucker since I know Bruno sent him. I already asked Nicolo to get to Bruno while he’s still in jail, but apparently, the bastard is more untouchable than a god within Attica’s walls.
“How much did Bruno pay you to follow and assault his daughter?” I ask the scum.
He pales under the fluorescent light, his thin lips shaking. “I don’t…that’s not…”
I deliver an uppercut that makes blood explode in his nose. “I thought you’d tell me anything. But if you’re ready for your death, never mind.”
“No…wait… Bruno doesn’t pay. He…gave us protection when we served time and demanded compensation when we got out. That’s all, I swear. We didn’t even know she was his daughter. He only gave us a picture and a name and told us to teach her a lesson.”
A lesson.
My blood roars in my ears.
Their lesson could’ve been rape, and yet, the old man didn’t even care to prevent that.
I slam my fist against his jaw and the fucker wails like a baby.
“You said you’d spare me,” he cries.
“No, I didn’t.” I pull him by his shirt and breathe against his blood-and-sweat-stained face. “Here’s how it will go, motherfucker. I’ll punch you until you lose consciousness like your friend here, then I’ll waterboard you to consciousness and do it all over again. I’ll torture you for every mark you left on her skin. By the time I’m done with your sorry excuse of an existence, you’ll wish for death.”
And then I do as I promised until my knuckles, hands, and arms are bloodied and the lowlifes hanging on to life by a thread.
The problem is, it still doesn’t feel like enough.
“You know, I have tools that can be used instead of your fists. What are you, a caveman?” Nicolo, who’s been watching from the corner with a gleam in his sadistic eyes, joins me. His expensive woodsy cologne stands out amidst the piss, blood, and sweat.
Even I have started to smell like the scums. If Aspen were here, she’d tell me her favorite quote.
If you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.
Maybe my rich boy status, as Nicolo likes to point out, is a mere camouflage of the monster I was always meant to be.
Normal people would feel a smidgen of remorse or a pang of guilt for not feeling guilty. Me, on the other hand?
The only thing I feel as I stare at their unconscious, barely breathing forms is the need for more.
I watch the blood dripping from their faces and my fists like a serial killer would. “Tools don’t give the same satisfaction as my bare hands.”
Nicolo’s laughter echoes in the space with the evilness of a super villain. “Are you sure she’s still not your woman? Because at this point, you’re doing more for her than a man would do for his wife, honor, and power.”
