“You beg so well. I feel almost bad.” I pulled the knife out of his hand before driving it into his flesh again. “But unfortunately, I don’t like the way you beg.”
“Get me the cutters,” I growled. Phoenix did as I commanded and handed me the red cutters I had sharpened just the night before. A gift for Alberto.
“Those fingers, you hurt my Ayla with them, right? Those disgusting fingers…”
Alberto tried to shake his head, his eyes going impossibly wide. As wide as they could with how swollen they were.
Nikolay held his right arm while I held the cutter to his pinky. “Maybe you should count this one. It might help,” I suggested with a mocked smile.
I didn’t give Alberto time to think.
Pressing the cutter to his pinky, I cut.
I didn’t stop there. No, I sliced off all his fingers. In only one cut. From pinky to his thumb.
In mere seconds, he lost all his fingers on his right hand.
I watched the blood drip as I watched his fingers fall to my feet.
Alberto stared at his hand in shock. And when the pain finally registered, he roared.
Nikolay released his arm, and I stepped back, letting him bask in his newfound agony.
I took the towel and wiped away his blood from my blade and cutter.
The door opened behind me, and Nikolay left. Viktor took his position behind Alberto.
I looked up at Viktor, our eyes meeting. He nodded.
Ayla was okay.
At the thought of Ayla, my mind drifted back to the scene when she shot Alberto.
I was so fucking proud of her. She was my equal.
In that moment, she looked like a true avenging Angel.
If she had done more damage, I would have been there to support her. Fuck, I would have held her hands and let her cut him open.
But this wasn’t for her.
I knew Ayla. Shooting Alberto took everything in her, all her strength, and hatred. But killing someone…that was not my Angel.
Let me be your monster. Let me kill for you, Angel.
I didn’t think I could speak any truer words than that. I meant every single word. I was hers. I would kill for her. I had done it before, I would do it now, and I would fucking kill for her in the future too.
Do your worst.
I smiled as I remembered her words.
Yes, Ayla…I was about to do my worst.
After all, my Queen has spoken, and her wish was my command.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I saw Viktor taking his turn on Alberto. Punching, kicking, slicing, and cutting. Alberto had already been a mess, but now he was unrecognizable.
The smell of blood was heavy in the air, but I had gotten used to it.
I raised my hand, and Viktor halted his assault. He was breathing hard, his glares burning into Alessio.
“Phoenix, bring in Enzo and Artur. It’s time for a family reunion,” I ordered calmly. Sometimes, the calm was just as deadly.
I saw Phoenix’s face twisting in pure hatred at the mention of Artur.
Alberto sagged against his chair, almost falling off. We had a long way to go.
My eyes moved to the door as I watched Phoenix drag in a beaten-up Enzo and Artur. He pushed them in front of Alberto. I walked closer, and they fell to their knees, kneeling in front of me.
Their fear was so heavy it saturated the air. I could almost taste it. It just fed the monster inside of me.
Taking the latex gloves from my pocket, I put them on. I did it slowly, taking my time. They watched me with terror, so much terror.
The cutter was held tightly in my hands, and I squatted down in front of Artur. He was my man. One of my most trusted man.
I took him into my house. Gave him my name. But in the end, he showed no respect. He had no loyalty.
Viktor grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. He whimpered in pain as I pried his jaw open. He shuddered and twisted, trying to get away.
He knew what was coming. But there was no escape. Not this time.
Viktor pushed him back until Artur laid flat on the floor, thrashing for his life. I held his jaw firm in my hand, my fingers biting into his cheeks.
He pounded his fists against the floor, tried to dislodge my hold, but it was no use.
I showed him the cutter, moving it in front of his face. Viktor held Artur’s jaw, forcing his mouth open for me.
He screamed, but it only came out as a gurgling sound. My fingers latched onto his tongue, my fingers pressing hard. I held the piece of flesh firmly in my fingers.
His eyes widened with horror when I brought the cutter closer to his tongue. I smiled as he tried to shake his head.
He begged me with his eyes.
But it was too late.