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“I don’t want your mercy,” he spits with his weak vocal cords. “I don’t want your forgiveness. I still hate your fucking guts,scarafaggio. From the moment you took your first breath. ’Til the moment you take your last.”
“You won’t be around for that.”
“We’ll see.”
My skin heats up like it’s been scalded over a hot flame. I don’t allow any sort of visible reaction except slipping both hands in my pants pocket.
But I’m feeling more than the blinding rage I had earlier—my heart’s hammering away and a sense of unease has begun knotting up my insides. It’s the same kind of helplessness I’d felt many times over when imprisoned, like things were outside my control.
Considering our positions, I should feelcompletelyin control. What am I missing?!
I glare down at his ugly face and say, “You are a pathetic sack of human remains. You’re not even a full person anymore. Nobody, absolutely fucking nobody, gives a shit if you live or die. I have kept you alive for the sole purpose of entertainment and bragging rights. If you think for even a second, you’re going to turn the tables—”
“You worried? You’re worried.” He hacks out a laugh that turns into another phlegmy cough. Rolling onto his side, he spits another glob out.
My frustration boils over. I clench my teeth and my fists and then snap. I bring my foot down and stomp on his face. Hard enough to shatter the tiny bones beneath his pudgy skin.
His howls of excruciating pain echo for several seconds to come. I wait it out, watching the blood color his face and leak onto the cement floor.
“Are you done?” I ask, withdrawing my Balisong knife. “We’re just getting started.”
“Do what you’ve got to do. You’re never gonna break me, you fucking weak excuse for a son.”
“I’m not your son!” I snap before I can stop myself. It’s an emotional reaction that has me taking a step toward his lump of a body.
Lucius’s nose is dripping blood and his swollen lips hang open revealing a mouthful more. He tries to laugh, but chokes and spews it out. Some splatters onto my shoe.
“It drives you crazy that you’re my son—that your whole life you believed it. That you know you’re still a powerless little bitch. I’ll never tell you. Best believe, you’ve no control here.”
“You will tell me, you fucking fat freak.” I drop into a crouch and press the blade of my knife into his throat. I’m so on edge, so wound up with frustration and unease, my grip shakes and tightens ’til my knuckles go white. “I will skin you alive, you piece of human waste. I will fill the air with the soundtrack of your pained screams.”
He grins up at me. “Best believe,scarafaggio. Your suspicions are correct. I am fucking with you. I’ll never stop. Not for one second. Because I enjoy causing you misery. I enjoy causing you pain! Just like when you were a little boy.”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“You were so weak. You still are so weak. You kept me alive to gloat? HA! That doesn’t mean shit. I’m still going to fuck your world up. I’m going to take everything from you. Bit by fucking bit,scarafaggio. Your title as the new boss and your operation. The stupid men that follow you. That little wife of yours. Your fucking whole life. Kiss it goodbye!”
“I said shut the fuck up!”
“You’ll never know how. You’ll never know all the ways I’ve fucked you over. I’ve always got an ace in my back pocket. This one’s gonna take you and that wife of yours by storm. Count on that.”
Standing there, forced to take in his taunts, even ashe’sthe deformed, decrepit captive on the ground, becomes too much.
It’s the final push over the edge.
A level of madness I’ve never known surges through me. It roars to life from the deepest, darkest part of me, and takes over.
I more than blackout. I become possessed by an entity that couldn’t be less human.
Lucius is taunting me. He’s bragging. He’s fuckingproudabout all the things he’s done. The countless people he’s killed. The endless suffering he’s caused. The destruction he brought others like Stefania and Volchok, my mother and father. The abuse and dominance he subjected me to, and the vile ways he hurt Delphine.
He’s not fucking sorry and he’ll never be because he’s the devil. He’s fuckinglaughing!
I implode in a rush of violence.
The fast fury of my fists. The howl of madness that tears from my throat as I pin him to the ground and beat the shit out of him. Just me and him and clenched, angry hands like many other times in our past.
Except this time, they’remineandnothis.
