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I ran my finger over the metal, the brass rough from the various times I used it to beat the shit out of men who crossed me.
“I had someone come visit me. Someone you two pieces of shit know very well.” If the two douchebags could have looked at each other in confusion, I’m sure they would have done so at that moment. But as it was, they could barely keep their fucking heads up.
“Liliana came by trying to save your worthless asses.” I stared at both of them, thinking back to her in my office and feeling my anger rise. “Wanted to sell her ass to me to save you fuckers.”
“She’ll do it. She’s a good girl—”
I backhanded Logan before he could say anything else that would further piss me off.
“I declined her offer.” Both men groaned and strained against their bonds. “I may be the worst of the worst, but I won’t let her take the fall for you two fuckers.” I ran the brass knuckles along Logan’s shirt, wiping off his blood. “One of you two hit her.”
I felt the room still, knowing Luca watched me closely. I wasn’t known to give two shits about what anyone said or did. Although I didn’t hurt women or children, I also wasn’t tolerant when it came to taking out someone who looked at me the wrong way.
“And I have to tell you…” I paused and ground my teeth, curled my hands into fists, and gritted out, “seeing that bruise on her face pissed me the fuck off.” I exhaled but kept my fists curled tightly into balls. “That's why you two are here. I’m gonna find out which one of you hit her this time, and then I’m gonna fucking kill you before I kill the other one.”
Derek opened his mouth, presumably to plead for his life, but I swung out and connected the brass with his face.
Derek’s head cracked back, and he groaned. His cheek split open, and blood slid down his face to soak into his torn and tattered shirt.
“That was the light one. I’m just getting warmed up, assholes.”
“Did Liliana ask you to stop? Beg you to?” I said through clenched teeth.
Derek sputtered and tipped his head toward Logan. “H-He was the one,” he wheezed out.
My vision went wavy, red saturating everything in front of me. Before I knew what I was doing, my fists were working in tandem to clock both motherfuckers repeatedly.
“He’ll die from blood loss or shock if you don’t slow down.”
I heard Luca’s voice, and his words penetrated the hazy rage filling me. I forced myself to take a step back. I was breathing hard when I came back to my senses.
“You’re right,” I breathed out, not realizing until that moment how out of breath I was or how much blood covered me. “I better end this now before these fuckers pass out and can’t feel how I make the last seconds of their lives even more painful.”
I tossed my brass knuckles away and walked over to the rusted and dented table and grabbed a ten-inch serrated knife. I eyed it, turned to face Derek and Logan, and grinned as I walked over to the fuckers.
Derek was worse for wear out of the two, and Logan was struggling to breathe now as he eyed me. I could hear the liquid in every breath he took, likely blood filling his lungs.
“I need to be quick,” I said conversationally. “Sounds like you’re about to suffocate on your own fluids.”
Because Derek was half conscious, I stepped up to Logan and gripped his chin, turning his swollen and beaten face up, so I forced him to look at me.
I inhaled, feeling my nostrils flare as I bared my teeth.
“If you had only owed me money and hadn’t put your hands on Liliana, I would have made your death far quicker.” I smelled the sweat and piss pouring off of him.
I took the blade and ran it along each side of the asshole’s face. The skin opened up instantly, and Logan screamed in pain.
“I want to make you and your dad’s death slow and painful, but I know you’re too close to death as it is.” I leaned in and snarled, “And I want you with it enough to know you’re dying.”
I stabbed Logan in the gut and heard the wet gurgle of his cry.
“Your death won’t make her forget how you two ruined her fucking life, but it’ll make me feel better and ensure she’s safe. Luca,” I whispered. “use the smelling salts on Derek. I want him lucid when this all goes down.”
“Matteo,” Luca said, and I looked over at the man I’d known—the man I’d been closer to than anyone else—and narrowed my eyes. I could see the confusion on his face.
“Don’t fucking say it, Luca,” I snarled. I wasn’t in the fucking mood for anyone to question my motives, least of all the only person I’d ever given two shits about.
Until now.
