“Your pledge to your father,” Bones reminds me.
I consider his request for a moment.
“He’s not worth it,” he emphasizes. “You don’t want to piss your father off. No more punishments, Alessandro.”
Gritting my teeth, I hand the knife over and step away from the table.
My heart is an organ of stone as Bones hacks away at Sal’s cock. Blood is spurting, and Sal’s turning pasty white. The work takes a while, but when the crude job is done, Bones sticks it in Sal’s mouth and says, “Shut your sniveling ass. Who’s the cocksucker now?”
Slowly I step up to the table and flip a switch that causes it to stand upright. He’s still chained and unable to move.
“I’ll do you one final favor before you leave this world. I’ll put you out of your misery,” I say before putting a bullet in Salvatore’s forehead.