Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Caleb
“ T ake the gag from his mouth,” Gia instructs as the three of us stand in front of the prick tied to the chair.
We left Liam McDermott to stew in his cell for the past thirty-eight hours, happy to let him wallow in his own filth. Blood continues to trickle from the wound in his thigh, pooling under his feet. Dried blood clings to his hands, congealing around the slash marks my twin inflicted. Someone went to town on his face and his torso, and my money is on my brother. Though it could have been Ben or Massimo. They were interrogating him earlier. One of McDermott’s eyes is swollen shut, his left cheekbone is clearly broken, he’s missing three teeth, and bruises and gashes cover most of his face and bare upper body.
Joshua’s instructions were crystal clear. No food. No drink. No bucket to shit and piss in. Consequently, the smell in this small stone-walled cell is enough to level a three-hundred-pound man with minimal effort.
Joshua grips the prick’s chin and pries the dirty rag from his mouth before tossing it on the floor. Not like fuckface will need it much longer. Dead men don’t breathe.
“I’m going to kill you,” Gia says in a calm voice walking closer to the man who hurt her. “But we can do this the hard way or the easy way,” she lies, flipping a knife over in her hand as she stalls before him. “Tell us who the Italian boss is, and we’ll give you a quick death.”
None of us expects him to offer the dude up. Liam is not a lowly soldier we can bend to our will. He’s been brought up in this world, like we have, and he’s been trained to withstand interrogation. Massimo and Ben already took a crack at him earlier, but he didn’t give them anything, and we’re done wasting our time trying.
“Fuck you, whore,” he pants.
Joshua drives his fingers into the bloody wound in McDermott’s thigh, and he yells out in pain. “Speak to her like that again, and I will never let you die. I’ll bring you to the brink over and over and prolong your hell for years .”
He’d do it too, only Gia needs closure. McDermott will die tonight, which is a shame. I like the idea of leaving him here to rot and letting him reach the edge of death before building him back up only to starve and torture him all over again.
It’d be a great way to let off steam.
I wonder if I can find someone else to do it with, I ponder while my brother continues to poke inside Liam’s leg, and the man shouts and bucks as tears stream down his battered face.
“We asked your brother if he wanted to see you one final time, and he declined.” Gia drags the tip of her knife up his bare arm, drawing fresh blood. “He hates you, and he’s already celebrating your death.” She trails her knife down his other arm as Joshua walks to the side table where he left the duffel bag. He begins removing items from the bag and setting them on the table.
I lean against the side wall and smirk. This is about to get interesting.
“All your men are shark fodder, and your allies have abandoned you to your fate. No one gives a shit about you,” she continues. “No one will care when you die, and you won’t be remembered. You’ll be a cautionary tale men laugh about over beers and cards. Diarmuid is the legacy. He’s the one everyone will remember. You’ll be forgotten.” She crouches down and puts her face all up in his. “You’re nothing. A nobody. And you will die without honor.”
Although he’s considerably weakened, the Irish prick lifts his head and smirks. “I should have fucked your ass too,” he rasps, struggling to get the words out. “I should have let my men screw you until you bled.” He casts a glance at where my brother has gone rigidly still at the table. “I fucked your whore, and she loved it, Accardi. Her pussy hugged my cock so tight, and she came all over my dick screaming my name like the slut she is.”
Joshua calmly picks up a machete and walks over with murder raging in his eyes. “Liar.” His gaze darts to mine, and I stride across the room and grip McDermott’s right hand holding it steady under the restraints. My brother swings the machete with the careful precision he brings to every aspect of his life. McDermott screams in pain as his pinkie is cleaved from his hand. I maintain a firm hold of his upper hand as Joshua removes each finger on both hands, one at a time.
Gia is silent, watching her boyfriend with a look of twisted satisfaction on her face. “That was so hot.” Striding over to Joshua, she wipes blood off his lips before kissing him.
Out of nowhere, my mind conjures up an image of me and my Lili. I imagine I’m the one weaving magic with the machete and she’s the one kissing me with passion for defending her honor.
I snap out of the fantasy as quickly as it arrived.
That will never happen.
Lili is too good, too kind, too pure, to ever get messed up in shit like this.
And she’s not my girl.
She never will be because she’s far too good for me, and she deserves someone who doesn’t have a black soul and empty space where his heart should be.
Why am I even thinking like this? She’s my friend , and I have never entertained ideas of us being anything more, and it’s never changing.
“I love you,” Joshua tells her when their lips break apart.
Something rattles in this empty chest of mine every time I hear him freely say those words to Gia. I had almost given up hope of getting my brother back, but Gia bulldozed her way into his life, and she coaxed him back to his true self.
“My turn.” Gia’s gleeful smile turns downright vicious as she grips the handle of her knife firmly and spins on her heel. Wasting no time, she begins carving McDermott’s chest. More pained howls rip from his lips as she writes her name on his skin. Standing back, she inspects her handiwork with a grim smile before getting to the real work.
I stand beside my brother as his girl rips the remaining clothes off the prisoner until he’s stark naked. I can’t help wincing as she gleefully attacks his ball sac before digging her knife into his cock, stabbing him over and over. Despite his draining strength, McDermott bucks and writhes as she destroys his manhood, slicing his cock from his body with one final flourish of her knife.
I’m betting every man in this bunker can hear his tortured shouts and cries.
Gia is sweating and panting heavily as she stands. She nods at Joshua, and I help him to remove the bindings from McDermott’s wrists and feet, and we carry his limp body from the chair, throwing him on the hard ground on his back.
He’s moaning and whimpering like a pussy. It’s just as well O’Hara isn’t here to bear witness to this pathetic display. Liam’s arms are shaking, and blood gushes from his crotch as he sobs like a baby, irritating the fuck out of me. I stand on his chest, jumping up and down until I feel his ribs crack, while Gia and Joshua grab supplies from the table. “This is fun,” I say, flashing Gia a wide grin as I continue bouncing on his bones.
Anguished cries fill the small cell, and he’s sobbing and pleading for death now.
“Don’t accidentally kill him before the big finale,” Gia says, yanking me off his body as the telltale crack of another broken rib greets our ears.
“He doesn’t have long, darling.” Joshua lowers the zipper on his pants and pins me with a knowing look.
I bark out a laugh as I sink to my knees, guessing what he wants. My grin expands as I hold McDermott’s mouth open while my brother pisses into it. Gia looks horrified for a few seconds, stopping mid-tie to watch. Then she shrugs and continues trussing him up.
After Joshua is finished, I urinate all over Liam’s face, and I wish we had thought to film this. I could use it when training new soldiers. Call it Creative Killing one-oh-one. I have a long list of ingenious ways to murder cocksuckers I would happily teach others. I chuckle to myself as the thought pops into my head.
“Give me the bat.” Gia holds out her hand, standing over McDermott and surveying her rope-typing skills with a critical lens. They trained her well in Nepal, and she should be proud. She has his ankles tied to his stumpy arms, exposing the space where his dick used to be and his shit-smeared asshole.
“Oh, I’m liking where this is going.” I waggle my brows and laugh. “I’m recording this.”
“No.” Gia levels me with a look. “This is just for me.”
“Spoilsport,” I mumble, but it’s in jest.
“Make it hurt, honey,” Joshua says, handing her the bat.
“That is guaranteed.” Gia kneels between McDermott’s legs, her face contorting in a grimace at the state of his dirty ass. Steely determination races across her pretty face, and she slowly starts forcing the wide end of the bat into his puckered hole. When it’s in as far as it will go, she pushes on it with her full body strength, and McDermott howls with renewed pain. She twists it inside him in a continuous circle, and the sounds coming from the Irish prick don’t even sound human anymore.
“Damn,” I whisper to my brother. “She isn’t holding back.”
“I fucking love her.” J stares at her with love and admiration glistening in his eyes.
“When are you planning to propose?” I ask in a low tone as we watch Gia shove the bat in and out of McDermott’s ass with growing intensity. The man is crying pitifully, and she is asking him again who the Italian boss is, but he’s still not giving up the name. If he even knows it. McDermott may have been way down the pecking order.
“Soon. I was hoping you’d come to Cartier with me this weekend.”
“Text me the time, and I’m there.” I’d be pissed if my brother bought a ring without me. We have been there for each other through every significant moment in our lives, and I don’t want that to stop even if he has Gia to share things with now.
“I can’t wait to call her my wife.”
I know my brother. Once he has set his mind to something, he’s all in. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were married by summer.
“How does it feel, asshole, to be violated in front of an audience?” Gia slams the bat in deep and glowers at a rapidly fading McDermott. “How does it feel to have no control over your own body? To be helpless when someone is trying to strip you of your identity and your existence?” Grabbing her knife, she makes a succession of gashes across his stomach. “You thought you had control of me, but you were wrong. You didn’t destroy me.” She moves, holding her knife poised over his chest. “You remade me, and I’m stronger than ever.” Slowly, she drives the knife into his chest. “Burn in the fiery pits of hell where you belong, Liam McDermott.”
A couple more frantic gasps leave his lips, and then there is silence.
Joshua walks to Gia and pulls her up and into his arms. She hugs my twin as she stares at the dead mutilated man on the ground.
“You did good, Gia.” I squeeze her arm as I walk past her to grab the canister, silently handing it over. She doesn’t speak as she drips gasoline over his body. Joshua takes the can and packs it back in the bag with the remaining supplies. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he takes her hand, and we pull back to the door.
“Fuck you, McDermott. My woman got the last laugh in the end.” He flips his lighter open and presses down, igniting the small stream of fire. The lighter sails through the air and hits its target. McDermott’s body is engulfed in flames, and we watch as it eats his flesh and melts his bones, waiting until he is an unrecognizable pile of charred remains before we leave.