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While this floor wasn’t as noisy as the floors below, Thorn had assured us no one was on this floor tonight, courtesy of the two men I was about to murder. I removed their gags and stood back to face both men.
“You’re getting ready to die,” I said without preamble. “I just want you to know why.”
“My men will fuckin’ kill you, you son of a bitch!” Alfonso bit out the threat while DeLuca gave me a death stare.
“Your men won’t have a clue what happened to you. As we speak, there are people setting it up to look like you left this club and went to the docks. No one will know you met your end here.”
“Do you have any idea who I am?” Marco DeLuca looked faintly amused as he questioned me, but Alfonso was just angry. I had no doubt he expected to walk out of here alive. Sucked to be him.
“Yeah. I do.” I grinned. I’m sure it wasn’t a pleasant look. “I just don’t give a fuck.” I shifted my gaze to Marco DeLuca. “You’re going to die first, since you’re the one who beat Cecilia and left her for dead. Then your friend, Ettore Alfonso over there” -- I jerked my head in Alfonso’s direction --”is gonna die for giving you the go ahead to do what you wanted with her.”
“Cecilia.” DeLuca said her name like he had no idea who I was talking about. Then he snorted. I could see the comprehension on his face. “CeCe? This is about a whore?”
“This is about a young woman you hurt.”
“A whore.” He actually chuckled and I had to restrain myself from snapping his neck right then. That would let him off too easily. “That must be one prime piece of pussy.”
“The more you talk, the harder you die,” I said.
He shrugged. “How much?”
“Excuse me?”
“How much do you need to compensate you for the whore?”
“I’m sorry, did you think you could buy your way out of this?” I grinned as I took a step closer. “The only reason you’re not already dead is because I wanted you to know why you were about to die. Trust me. This is happening.”
I moved around behind DeLuca while he sputtered. “You’re a fuckin’ dead man, motherfucker. A fuckin’ dead man!”
“Not as dead as you.” With deliberate slowness, I positioned my hands. One on top of his head, slightly above his left ear, the other on his chin. I held the position for several seconds before jerking his chin up and to the left and shoving his head to the right, effectively snapping his neck.
I moved back around in front of him. DeLuca’s eyes were wide. He looked from side to side but was unable to breathe or move.
“Ah, look at that.” I said conversationally to Alfonso who’d started swearing the second he heard his partner’s neck break. “He’s still conscious. Could be a couple minutes before he dies.” I grinned. “Perfect.”
“You fuckin’ cocksucker! Motherfucker!”
“I believe it was you who insisted this floor be closed off tonight.” I was enjoying this way too much. “With all the noise downstairs -- and the fact this is a BDSM club -- scream all you want. Anyone who hears you will assume you’re playing. But it’s doubtful anyone will hear.”
“You can’t do this! My men will fuckin’ kill you!”
“Well, they’d have to know who I was first. Then they’d have to be able to find me. That, however, doesn’t matter because it will be days -- weeks even -- before your men even know you’re dead.”
DeLuca’s eyes had stopped moving and his face was turning blue. I wasn’t sure if he was dead yet, but it was inevitable. I moved behind Alfonso, positioning my hands in the same position.
“Any last words?”
“Give me a number! Name your price, you bastard!”
“Odd last words, but to each his own.” I snapped his neck the same way I had DeLuca’s, then moved around to face both men. Unlike his partner, Alfonso was dead instantly. I checked the pulses of each man. Neither had one.
“Is it done?” Rocket’s voice was matter-of-fact, no emotion at all. Rocket was no stranger to killing. It hadn’t been that long ago they’d taken apart one of our own men. Literally. There were so many pieces of him, disposal would have been as simple as tossing him into the ocean. Scrub had done a more thorough job, of course. But two men with two broken necks was nothing to him. Or me.
“Yep. they’re dead. No surprises.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
We exited the room to find the other bodies gone and Scrub and Blood waiting outside. “I’ll be along in a bit,” Scrub said. “Me and Blood will take care of the bodies.”
