AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Something tells me there will never be enough little Emi’s.
THIRTY-EIGHT
SHAW
Ilift my chin at the guard on the door, and he opens it, allowing access to what I can only describe as a torture chamber.
“Oh, thank god, Shaw. Shaw, help me!” Her shrieks fill my ears and filter into my bloodstream, but I don’t feel an ounce of guilt as I take in a tear-streaked, piss-soaked Lizzie. I’ve spent too much of my time and life trying to forgive her behavior, trying to interpret it differently to what it actually was. She’s a bitch. An evil, conniving, manipulative bitch, and I hate her for it and the trauma she’s put us through.
“He cut me. He cut me with a knife. He’s mad!” I glance over my shoulder at the guy that surged through the window like a dark avenger. He flips a knife in his hand before turning it over and holding it out, handle toward me.
All I know of him is his name is Finn, he’s from another Mafia family, and he has a tendency to play with knives, earning him the moniker of his expertise Finn-finishing.
I take the knife from him and lift Lizzie’s chin.
I’m not the same person I was before all of this, and she sure as hell was never the person I thought she was.
When Luca filled me in on what the image on his cell phone was that sent him in a tailspin, I can understand why he never told me. It would have broken me when he needed me to be as focused as possible. It also occurred to me that a small part of him was protecting me from the pain, and I thank him for that.
He gives me a subtle nod from across the room, and I ignore the look I’ve come to realize Lizzie uses to tug at my heartstrings, the one she knows will get what she wants with ease.
As my face changes to register the acknowledgment of her expression, transforming my own into a cunning smirk, panic flickers across her face.
“You manipulated. You lied. Then you tried to trap me while setting my wife up with a man you knew would harm her. You stood by and watched him assault her.” My stomach churns at the thought. “Then you allowed him to violate her, you allowed them to force my baby’s labor at the risk of harming them both!” I scream into the room but don’t miss the departure of Finn., no doubt feeling assured of my actions.
“Please have mercy,” she wails.
“The only mercy you’ll have is a quick death, Lizzie.” I surge the knife into the side of her neck, and her gargles fill the air before I turn my attention to Ravlek.
He’s strapped to a chair with his face so disfigured I’m not even sure it’s him. His flesh hangs from his naked body. His limbs are disjointed and burn marks mar his flesh. I glance up at Luca, repulsed by the sight before me. He smiles at me with what seems like delight, making me grimace so hard my balls shrivel up to hide from his wrath.
Ravlek snivels before me, and the sound grates on my nerves.Did he take pity on my wife when he violated her?
I ball my hand into a fist and smash it against his face, the force of the blow making his head drop back.
“I wanted him conscious when I had him!” I spit back at Luca, who picks at the blood under his fingernails.
He shrugs. “You should have said.”
I grind my teeth, but the anger subsides slightly when Ravlek’s head rolls forward, allowing me to deliver another blow.
“Would you like to drag it out for a long period of time? We can fix him up so that you can toy with him.”
I glance down at the piece of shit. His battered body is useless; every breath of air he breathes becomes contaminated. I don’t want him part of the same world as my family for another second.
I shake my head and opt for the knife. It seems only fitting he dies with the same blade dripping with the blood of the traitorous bitch. I tug his head back and slice into his jugular, painting myself in his blood. Copper fills my nostrils, and I can’t find it in myself to care. I drop the knife to the floor; the clang fills the room as his spluttering comes to an end. A life that once existed is now extinguished. All his evil gone from the world.
Luca steps forward, slapping me on my back with a broad smile. “You did good, brother.”
“In blood we’re bound. In trust we live.” I say the familiar words low but loud enough for Luca to hear while I slice into the palm of my hand so it’s clear where I stand in the family.
Inside with them.
“In blood we’re bound. In trust we live,” he repeats, squeezing my shoulder with a comforting acceptance.
A hint of pride winds through my body at his words, and I exhale, feeling a weight lifted from my body.
“We’re moving into our own property, Luca.” His hand tenses on my shoulder in response, and he takes a step back to analyze me. “Your security will be appreciated, but we need to create our own home.”
