FORTY
I hooked my thumbs underneath the dark brown, leather holster that sat tightly against my upper body. Ares stood next to me as we waited for the guard to unlock the holding cell where Antonio was being kept.
He refused to make eye contact with us, hanging his head lowly. "We only need ten minutes," Ares said to the guard who nodded. We stepped inside and watched the man lock the gate behind us. "Rise and shine, Antonio."
Ares stepped closer, but I stayed in the corner, shoving both hands in the pockets of my black slacks. I watched the interaction closely. I was biding my time, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Of course, the motherfucker wasn't going to look at us. Both arms were on his thighs as he leaned forward. "Not going to talk to us?" Ares asked, stepping closer .
I saw the twitch in Antonio's hand and slowly approached him. His movements were quick, but I still beat him to it. He was in the midst of landing a punch in Ares' abdomen when I stepped in between them and blocked the hit.
I grabbed him by the throat and yanked him up, slamming him against the wall. He wheezed and coughed as his body collided with the concrete. "You're a fast one." He laughed.
I wasted no time and punched him in the nose with all of the force I could muster. There was a sick, cracking sound that reverberated off the walls of the cell. Blood gushed from his nose, dripping down his lips and chin.
"I don't understand what's so funny, but I'd love to laugh as well," I said darkly, watching him groan in agony. He clutched his face, closing his eyes.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and gripped both of his wrists in my other hand, holding it against his chest. "I was thinking of that little bitch of yours. You came just in time. We were all about to take turns fucking—"
I pushed his head all the way down, connecting his face with my knee before he could finish his sentence. He fell to the floor and I immediately placed the heel of my foot on his neck, applying more pressure with each passing second.
I watched him gasping for air and grabbed my gun from the holster, aiming it at his head. "Sorry about that. Maybe you'd like to finish your sentence."
Ares placed his hand on my shoulder and stepped forward, standing next to me. "Take it easy, Calisto," he said softly, but loud enough for me to hear. I didn't let up, though, or remove my eyes from Antonio.
His face turned red in colour and I could see him begin to visibly struggle. I pushed my foot harder against his neck as he struggled, trying to escape, but it was futile.
"I'm waiting, Antonio." I cocked the gun, removing the safety.
"Nicolas," Ares warned.
The tension in the space had grown tremendously, like the slightest thing could tick me off at any given moment. I glared at him, crushing his throat.
"Fuck you," he wheezed, and I laughed softly, nodding. I removed my foot from his neck and stomped it against his chest. Before he could make any other sounds, I bent down and shoved the gun in his mouth.
"This cell is lacking in colour. I think red would be rather fitting. Wouldn't you agree?" I could hear Ares muttering something behind me. It sounded like he said fuck me, but I was too zoned out at this point to decipher it.
Antonio looked at me with widened eyes. The hand I shot was bandaged and I grabbed it, crushing it. He screamed in agony and I shoved the gun further down his throat.
"You're one lucky motherfucker, I'll give you that. If it were up to me, you would've been dead by now." I placed my index finger on the trigger. "However, I'm a law abiding citizen, and the man behind me is the reason you're being spared, but don't worry. When you're in jail, I'll ensure that you don't last very long."
I removed the gun from his mouth and hit him across the forehead, just like he did to Gabriella. He grunted and I wiped the weapon on his shirt before placing it back in my holster.
Grabbing his hair again, I dragged him back to the bench and practically threw him onto it. "Sit tight." The man laid down on the bench, groaning in pain.
"One last thing," I said, turning to him. "Your wife will be receiving every single cent you've ever made." His eyes widened and he sat up quickly, trying to run after us. The guard slammed the gate shut and locked it. "Any plans you had of your son taking over should be forgotten, because he won't be getting a fucking dime and he'll be arrested, too. We know he's been your right hand man in all of this, and that cousin of yours."
"Nicolas!" he screamed, pulling on the bars, which was some of the dumbest shit I've ever witnessed. "Don't do this. My son is innocent. Nicolas!" I didn't pay him any mind and walked away from the screaming fucking lunatic. "Damn you. You fucking bastard!" he screamed.
Ares didn't look at me, but spoke. "That was reckless," he grumbled.
"If I were being reckless, I would've shot him the second I saw him." And it would’ve been more than just one shot. I would’ve emptied my fucking magazine.
"You're lucky the guard is agreeing to stay quiet about this…incident."
"I don't give a single fuck, Valiente," I scowled. "Whoever laid their hands on her will experience the same thing he just did, but they won't live to tell the tale."
"Fuck’s sake." He sighed heavily. "When?"
I turned to look at him. "What?"
"When do you plan on taking action? I'm coming with you," he said grumpily. "The things you make me do is fucking insane, but you're my brother, so you're not doing anything alone."
The only person I truly expressed my emotions to was Gabriella. "I appreciate you." I released a soft breath. "For everything."
"Well, well." He joked. "You're not dead inside, after all. That's refreshing."
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "I'm serious," I said sternly. "You know I'm not good at openly expressing my feelings, but I really do appreciate you and yes, you are in fact my brother."
He smiled, nodding. "Come on, let's get you back to your girl, lover boy."