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Elmo and Tony can hear us talking, but they remain focused on each other, circling like a pair of dogs primed to fight. It’s Elmo who strikes first, dropping his shoulder and running into Tony and almost knocking him on his ass. But Tony grabs him and takes him down. Then the two of them slug it out for a few minutes, each of them trying to top the other until eventually Tony has Elmo pinned to the ground.
“Told you,” I say to Maximo who shrugs his response.
“Tony, come on, I’m your kid’s godfather, man,” Elmo wails as Tony keeps him pinned to the floor.
Tony looks at me, tears in his eyes even as the stimulation and the drugs have his cock hard. I hold up the broken bottle again. “It’s your choice.”
“I’m sorry, buddy,” he growls as he rams his cock into Elmo whose screams for mercy echo around the small concrete room.
“Did Kat scream like that?” I take the knife from Maximo and walk over to the two men on the floor and pass it to Tony. “Carve those fucking words into his back and make it fucking hurt, because if he’s not crying and bleeding all over this floor in agony, I will make both of you feel pain like you have never even imagined.”
He takes the knife from me and starts to carve the words into Elmo’s skin. Elmo screams and struggles, but almost all of the fight is gone in him — for now.
I stand back against the wall with Maximo and Lorenzo and listen to the screams of agony mingled with the pleas for help and mercy. I wonder how hard my beautiful fiancée fought and cried when these sick pieces of shit violated her.
When Tony is spent and has to take a breather, Elmo crawls away to the corner of the room, shivering and crying.
“Hey, Elmo, how would you like to make this a fairer fight?” Maximo asks as he pulls a syringe from his jacket pocket hanging on the door.
“What is it?” Elmo wipes his bloodstained face.
“Pure adrenaline, buddy. A shot of this and you’ll feel like you can bench press a tank.”
Elmo nods frantically while Tony starts sputtering. “No. You said. You said if I…” he shouts, his eyes darting between me and the man on the floor he just brutally raped.
Maximo sticks the needle into Elmo’s arm and stands back as we wait for the effects to take hold. It doesn’t take long before he’s powering across the floor where he dives on top of Tony and exacts his revenge in exactly the same way.
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It’sfour hours later when we leave that basement. Four hours where we watched two men humiliate and torture each other in a desperate attempt at self-preservation. Hope is a powerful thing. Give someone a glimmer of it and they’ll do almost anything to keep it alive. They suffered in ways I’ve never made anyone suffer before, and the kicker was they did it all themselves. Elmo killed Tony in the end. Jumping on his skull until his brains were all over the floor. And when he was lying spent and bleeding and broken on the floor, Maximo put him out of his misery by slitting his throat. But it still wasn’t enough for the pain they caused her.
“I’ll take care of that mess,” Maximo says as we walk along the hallway.
“Thanks,compagno. And finding Leo Evanson just became our primary focus. You got that?”
“I’ll get on it.”
“How you feeling, brother?” Lorenzo asks as he puts an arm around my shoulder.
“Like it wasn’t enough,” I say with a sigh.
“It was. They will never hurt her again and you will help her heal whatever they broke. Now go wash their stench off you and take care of your woman.”
Chapter40
Kat
Dante brought me to the den to sit with Joey and Anya after I left his study earlier. He never told them anything but they could tell by the state I was in that something was wrong. So I ended up telling them about my ordeal two years ago. I’ve never told anyone before today. Not even my doctor when I went for tests after. Not even my old boss, who I used to have Margarita Tuesdays with every single week since we left college. Not my cousin, Mia. Not Leo. I kept it all to myself. Convinced that the shame was mine to carry.
Those men ruined my life. I left my job. Stopped seeing all of my friends. I moved out of my beautiful apartment because I couldn’t afford it any longer. Cut myself off from every single person who had ever meant something to me. When I had to take a job to pay the bills, I chose one that would bring me into as little contact with other people as possible. I rarely left the house. I was a ghost. A shell.
Until Dante.
Talking to Anya and Joey felt surprisingly cathartic. They didn’t pity me or make me feel ashamed. They listened and held my hand and now I wish that maybe I’d had the strength to tell them sooner.
I came up to bed a few minutes ago. I haven’t seen Dante, Lorenzo, or even Maximo since this afternoon, and I know it’s because they will be torturing and killing those two men. But I don’t care. I have no compassion for them at all.
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