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Ermes hoists the leather case at his side and rests it on a shelf overhang above the plank where Luca lies. He unzips the case, removes a bowie knife from within, and wipes it down with the cloth. He hands it over to me when he’s finished and makes eye contact.
I shake my head. I don’t want his reprimands or his warnings. Not tonight.
Tonight, all the fucking rules are off the table. My father believes I should stand down because of who my wife is and let someone else in the family get revenge. Her murder is a high-profile case in our country and has drawn lots of national and international attention.
Even my cousin, the don, has weighed in on it, telling my father to make sure that I don’t take revenge with my hands.
I fucking won’t stand down! How the fuck does anyone expect me to not get involved with someone so close to me?
I’m even more committed to this cause. Graziella Ann-Marie Moretti-DeLuca may have been many things, a lying cunt, a sneaky bitch, and a cheating whore, but she was still my wife! Mine, damnit! If I didn’t kill her for the scandalous shit she did to me, no one else had the right to.
The polizia can’t give me the justice that I need nor the justice that Grazie deserves. Her betrayal knows no bounds, but I can’t allow her murder to go unavenged. On the path to finding justice, I’ll take out anyone.
Anyone who pisses me off. Anyone who offends me personally will catch hell starting with this bastard.
The killing starts now!
I press the knife against his golden skin and watch as a single drop of blood appears on the shiny blade. Lifting the knife, I inhale the metallic scent and press the tip against his back again, watching as it slices cleanly through his skin and flesh. I savor the eerie sounds of his howls of pain knowing I’ll soon send him to see his Maker.
My slicing is clean and precise with the attentive detail of a surgeon. The vision of Grazie being fucked by this animal for months fills my head drowning out his screams. I no longer see what I’m doing as I pull his skin away from his flesh and then his bones, separating his ribs from his spine until I’ve formed a set of wings with his skin and bones.
The blood eagle is one of the most savage and brutal execution techniques known to man. Derived from the Vikings, it sends a message of honor and revenge.
I am not to be fucked with!
CHAPTER 13 – MARCO
“What’s wrong? You’renot into it,” Serena whines.
I’m laid back on her bed with my arms propped under my head, staring at the ceiling. She’s got my dick between her hands, saliva on her lips, and a lusty look in her eyes.
“Keep sucking. Don’t fucking worry about if I’m into it or not,” I grunt.
My mind is filled with thoughts of revenge, guilt, and how the fuck I’m about to tell Serena that I’m relocating to the States. Not that I really give a damn about how she’ll take it because I don’t tend to give a fuck about things like that.
But in the big scheme of things, she’s been a pretty decent girl. Of all the women that I fuck around with, she’s been around the longest, and she’s the one whose company I prefer the most.
