Chapter 37 Cesare #3
"This is true. I've tried to coach him on it plenty of times. He's like a toddler with the blade. Even tried the chainsaw and axe.” Enzo cleaned his glasses off and pushed them back up the bridge of his nose. He always looked calmest when covered in blood.
"Hey, I'm still a better shot than Giancarlo," Blake said.
"Why the fuck am I being brought into this?" Gin questioned.
Blake brows rose, and he patted his pants. "Oh shit, I just remembered." He pulled out a firecracker about as long as my finger and just as thick.
"What the fuck are you going to do with that?" Benito and I both asked in unison.
The deviant shrugged. "I don't know, shove it up his ass."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. What was wrong with my sons? "Who's going to touch his ass?"
Blake looked disgusted at the mention of it. As if in slow motion, we all looked to the one person who'd do it.
Giancarlo stopped cleaning Silvy and looked at us. "Oh shit, me? For real? I mean, I'm not against it." He held up a hand. "One second, have to check in with the misses."
"Ash is going to kill you for saying that," Benito mumbled.
"All I have to do is bend over the nearest surface and all is forgiven." Gin winked at his brother.
Nope. No, I didn't want to hear any of that. I grimaced.
Gin held the phone to his ear. "Hey, yes, I'm alive.
Yes, you can tell York to calm his tits, Paolo is right here.
" Gin grunted as his twin punched him in the side.
"Yes, Benito and Blake too. I have a quick question.
" He twisted around and our eyes locked.
"No, that's a long story, shit got complicated.
But I'm on limited time here, Ash, focus.
How would you feel about me touching another man's ass?
" He shook his head. "Nah, nothing like that, puppy, you're the only one for me.
But Blake brought a firecracker, and I was designated the turkey stuffer.
" Gin's gaze bounced over to Blake. "Quincy's on the phone. "
My youngest took it and groaned as he spoke to his partner. My cigarette was finished, and I put it out and reached for another. This shit was insanity, but it was family time.
A few seconds passed, and Blake tossed Gin his phone back. "Quincy said I get to cum down his throat all night if I do it."
I choked on air beating my chest with my fists. "I do not want to hear any of this. Cazzo, preferirei che mi facessi saltare le cervella.”
Benito grunted. "Welcome to my world."
Enzo and Paolo went over to Pietro and untied him. "Gin, get over here and pull the fucking nai—" Paolo's words died off as Enzo brought his axe down and cut the man's hand off.
Well, that solved the issue.
Pietro fell forward. His legs were shattered, and I doubted he had the strength to hold himself up. He wasn't even conscious anymore.
Blake groaned. "This is gross."
"You're the one who suggested it," I reminded him.
"Yeah, but I didn't think I’d be the one doing it." He cut a hole in Pietro's pants and gagged. "Gin, let me see Silvy."
"I'd rather shit on the side of the road with no toilet paper before I allow Silvy to go anywhere near that."
Poalo laughed. "Here, use a stick."
Blake took it with a thanks. I couldn't believe the shit they were doing. He put the firecracker between Pietro's cheeks and used the stick to shove it in a little ways.
All five of us took a few steps back. Blake glanced our way before pulling out the familiar lighter. The spark ignited, and he ran back toward the tree line. The rest of us followed suit as the spark disappeared.
Pietro groaned, his eyes fluttering before a thudding sound echoed around. Blood splattered out as his ass was blown open. His body jerked a few feet forward nearly to the edge of the grave.
"I was expecting more of an explosion." Blake sounded so disappointed.
"C-4 next time." I squeezed his shoulder as we moved closer.
"Should've stolen one of Quincy’s grenades instead."
I shook my head. Every single one of my offspring was insane, and I couldn't be prouder.
“Toss him in the fucking hole,” I instructed.
“And then I get to start a fire?” Blake asked. He was too fucking excited.
“Not a big one,” Benito reminded his brother.
I helped grab a few bodies and it took us no time to toss the corpses on top of each other. Blake drenched it in lighter fluid and the raging fire that followed burned too fucking brightly. It was a good thing we were in the middle of nowhere.
“You know,” I said, staring down at the burning bodies, “I’m thinking I'm getting too old for this shit.” I cracked my knuckles and met each of my sons' stares. Blake was the only fool smiling at me.
“You being serious?” Benito asked.
I blew out a breath. “Yeah. When we get back, we’ll talk logistics, but I’m done.
” I’d never stop working, what was a man without a purpose?
But it was clear that Benito had this. He was doing better than I thought.
He had his brothers at his side, and honestly, there wasn’t much I could tell them to do differently.
I turned, ready to go get Rafael when a distinct memory flashed in my mind. “Oh, Benito.”
He moved up next to me with a cigarette between his fingers as he brought it to his lips. I slammed my fist into his face. He stumbled back, but Gin caught him before he hit the ground.
“That was for Rafael.” I shook my hand out. “Any of you idiots touch him again? You’ll be picking yourself up off the ground, we clear?”
“Crystal, old man,” Benito said, rubbing his jaw.
I smiled. “Good. I’m going to get my whore.”