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The four other men have turned white as a sheet as they watch me work, and yet I’ve hardly gotten started. As I watch Jackson writhe in agony, I realize I’m dead inside. It’s been the same ever since I lost Aiden, spiraling into darkness as my father pushed me further. The darkness feeds on my unresolved grief, and the need for violence become more poignant the more time that passes.
It’s the reason I can’t let Bella Benedetto get in the way of my revenge.
I turn to the rest of my men, some of whom watch with fear in their eyes, others who watch with sheer glee as there’re as dark as I am. “Do you see what happens to scum that betray Isiah Darcy?” I ask, the coldness in my tone almost shocks me.
A lot of the men nod.
“I can’t hear you!” I shout.
“Yes, sir,” they reply in chorus.
“Good.” I turn my attention back to Jackson, grabbing a knife off the rack. “Let’s see how rats squeal when they’re being gutted.”
Jackson shudders, eyes wide. “Please, Isiah. I didn’t—”
I grab his chin and force his mouth open, pulling his tongue from his mouth and cutting it out. “I don’t listen to excuses from rats.” Blood pools in his mouth as his head sags to the side from the pain, his entire body trembling violently now.
I slice my sigil, a raven flying through a ring of fire, into his chest. The signature move my father came up with and I’ve carried on ever since. He screams but the sound is muffled by the fact he has no tongue.
If Bella could see me now, I wonder what she’d think? Does she know how dark and depraved her fiancé truly is?
I may have taken her against her will last night, but that’s not a patch on what I’m capable of. I shake my head, wondering why she seems to keep making an appearance in my mind at such random times.
“I want anyone and everyone to know that rats like this one get made an example of.” I slide my knife through his abdomen as his guts spill out, and still, I feel nothing, even with the carnage and blood.
A few of the men gag behind me, no doubt the hackers and weaker men on the team. And sure enough, when I glance around, Jack is bent over double, his puke all over the floor.
“Anyone who can’t handle this, get the fuck out of here. I don’t need wusses at this meeting!” I give Jack a pointed look and a few of the other men, and they all make a move for the exit. “As I’ve barely gotten started yet.”
Many of the men don’t expect this violence from me. To them I walk around in a suit looking like some kind of billionaire businessman, and that’s the part I play within the organizations we run to launder our illegal cash. No one knows the lethal monster hiding beneath the suit and perfect hair.
Once Jackson takes his last breath, I nod at my men to remove his bloodied, lifeless body from the chair and then walk over to the four other men. “Which one shall I end next?”
There’s silence in the room as I walk up and down, twirling the bloody knife in my hands.
“Let’s make it simple and go alphabetically.” I point at Archie, who literally pisses his pants.
I wrinkle my nose. “You’re a disgrace,” I say simply, yanking him forward and forcing him onto the bloody chair that Jackson was sitting in. “And I intend to make an example out of you.”
“Please, sir, I can tell you secrets about the Belyaev—” My arm moves methodically as I plunge the blade of my knife into Archie’s femoral artery, my eyes never leaving his face. The stench of fear fills the room as I turn to see the three other rats watch, their bodies trembling. “Lesson learned, boys,” I snarl, observing the whimpering trio behind me. “There is no escape from my justice.”
As I wrench the weapon free of Archie’s body, I relish in the violent force of the blood spray. This suit is worth fifty-thousand dollars and I don’t even care that it’s being ruined by this bastard’s blood. Fifty thousand dollars’ worth of fabric is nothing compared to the satisfaction I get from this moment, and I smile in grim satisfaction as I slam the knife through Archie’s throat, watching as he chokes on his blood.
Cold indifference rushes through me as I watch the light leave his eyes. “Two down, three to go.” I tap the end of the knife against my lips. “What exciting ways can I kill the rest of you?” I ask, walking over to them.
Ben is next, and I torture him slowly, pulling his nails off first to inflict the maximum pain. And then ending him with a knife to the skull.
Derek is the penultimate and my blood lust is out of control, as I take my time, cutting bits of him off as well as breaking bones, and enjoying the way he screams like a fucking pig being slaughtered.
By the time I get to Liam, I’m feral. Lost to the violence of my actions as I grab a saw off the rack intending to hack each of his limbs off. It isn’t until Henry appears in my field of vision that the rushing in my ears dulls. “Sir, are you sure it’s necessary to make so much mess?” he asks, glancing at the saw. “You’ve made your point,” he murmurs quietly.
“Fine,” I say, grabbing the gasoline and dousing him in it. “Quick and painful,” I say, meeting my second in command’s concerned expression.
And then I strike a match and set him on fire, burning him alive as punishment for trying to double-cross me. His agonizing cries are a hauntingly beautiful end to my symphony, serving as a reminder of what happens when someone goes against me or my organization that they suffer the consequences—no second chances.
Finally, his screams die down to nothing and a poignant silence fills the air. The rage dulls a little and my vision focuses on my handiwork, which is a horrific scene of carnage. Most normal people would be sickened by it, and even my men, who are hardened criminals, find it difficult to swallow. I see it in their eyes when I turn around. They are horrified.
“Let this be a lesson for all of you. I’m not the kind of man you want to cross, so anytime you even think about being disloyal, remember what I did here today.” I nod toward the exit. “You’re dismissed.”
