Chapter 4 #2
“How did you get into the house at night when most of the staff goes home?” I ask. “We also have guards at night. Were you fucking one to let you in?”
“Yes,” Louisa says with a wince. “I started working for your parents the day you were born, and I just bided my time until I could take one of you. Mr. Domino promised we could raise the baby, so I jumped at the chance since I couldn’t have children.”
“I think the universe chose correctly,” I say cruelly. “I don’t think either of you should look after anything. What haven’t you done to my poor sister?”
I choose another place to stab Turbis, and while he hisses, he doesn’t make a fuss. A mafia man to the end.
“Nova was…a difficult child,” he says. “She never wanted to do anything the first time that she was asked.”
“Sounds like any child,” I say impatiently, standing up and choosing to stab his chest instead. “Talk faster or I’m going to get bored. My best friend is really good at peeling the skin from a man’s body while he screams. He’s on his way.”
Turbis yells and attempts to get up, but I jump into his lap and pull on his hair before shoving the knife underneath his throat.
“Not so fast,” I croon. I’m getting blood all over my skin and crisp white shirt, but I figure it was only a matter of time before this happened.
I feel almost high as I hold these worthless pieces of shits’ lives in my hands, and I force myself to breathe through the lightheadedness.
“Sit and stay awhile,” I croon.
Louisa tries next to get up, but I stab her in the shoulder, shoving her back against the couch.
“Believe it or not, I’m the lesser evil,” I remind them.
“Turbis,” Louisa whimpers, and I raise my brow at him.
“The better question is what didn’t we do to that girl,” he whispers.
“Mr. Domino always wanted to know what she was doing, so I would lie about some new hobby, not thinking that he’d call me out on it.
Piano lessons, singing, art lessons, it didn’t matter.
I’d make her learn how to do it well so that the boss would be impressed with her. ”
“She…” Louisa wheezes. “She was an extension of us, and neither of us wanted to have her taken away. Mr. Domino’s arrogance knew no bounds. He would have, if it meant that it would hurt us or force us to be better employees for him.”
“I should have known better,” Turbis mutters. “I could have stopped lying, but I wanted to keep him interested in me. I got the best jobs while he was impressed with Nova, and it allowed us to live really well.”
“Mmhmm,” I murmur, swallowing hard as I force myself to ask the more difficult questions.
If I wasn’t me, I’d puke on him, but I am. My stomach is sturdy. Lifting the knife, I listen as Louisa whimpers, and chuckle under my breath.
“When did you begin raping my sister, Turbis?”
“Oh God,” Louisa wails. I wonder if she’s going to deny it as she gnashes her teeth, and I purse my lips. This bitch is crazy if she thinks I’ll believe that.
“Shut up, Louisa," Turbis hisses. “Can I plead the…ah, fuck!”
My knife slices his shirt in half before removing a layer of his skin on his chest and slinging it at Louisa who screams wildly. Who needs comedy films when these two exist?
“Try again,” I grunt, beginning to carve into his skin. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
My tongue pokes out the side of my mouth in concentration, and I keep Louisa in my sights. It takes me several seconds to realize the bitch passed out. Shrugging, I decide that works for me because I won’t have to deal with her.
“You don’t want to hear about this?—”
Tired of his whining, I hold him still while I carve the words CHILD RAPIST into his skin. Turbis is a little bitch, and tells me all about how he used to hurt my sister once she went to bed. Louisa didn’t know for years until Nova turned twelve, and she caught him walking out guiltily.
“She didn’t know what to say,” Turbis wails, tears streaming down his face. Losing patience with him, I stab his right cheek.
“What the fuck was she supposed to say, dingbat?” I ask. “The two of you are fucked up parents. Mr. Domino told me that he’s been getting you children to fuck. Please don’t pretend that you don’t have a problem.”
“It’s not a problem,” he cries, blood running down his face. There’s a puddle of the warm liquid under my knees, and I know I need to finish this up before it gets cold and congealed.
Just the thought of it makes me shudder.
I’m going to be covered in blood by the end of this, and I can see that the tips of my hair are stained red with the shit.
“Fucking children is a problem,” I say slowly, stabbing his other cheek. I can see his teeth as I rip the skin, angry at how quickly Mr. Domino died.
I wish he’d lasted longer, but I can already see a plan to ruin his legacy with his sons. All I have to do is let the truth set him free.
“I can’t help myself!” he screams. “Please just kill me.”
“Not yet,” I growl. “You stole my sister’s innocence, hurt her, and stole her from me. You’ll be paying for your boss's sins as well.”
I lose myself in torturing him and making him scream. It takes me entirely too long to realize that his stupid bitch of a wife is dead, so he gets the full brunt of my ire.
Turbis tells me all of his sins, including where Mr. Domino has been getting children for him to molest and rape. They range from the ages of seven to twelve, and my stomach does heave at that knowledge.
“Remano Auction is where he finds them,” Turbis gasps. “If they’re running low on inventory, he forces his employees to give me their children to play with. I have to promise to return them, and I’m unsure if the parents know why Mr. Domino is borrowing their children.”
“That’s fucking disgusting!” I scream. “There is a trail of children’s lives that you’ve ruined. I will make sure that my sister knows that your reign of depravity is at an end. Remano Auction won’t be in business for much longer. Who owns it?”
The next twenty minutes come and go as I pump him for information. Turbis is delusional with pain, so he doesn’t notice that Louisa is dead, and he spills all of his secrets to me, along with those of Pack Domino’s mafia outfit as well.
The list of sins is neverending, with Roberto being responsible for suicides, watching people fuck for money, blackmailing his people after getting them their most depraved desires, and more. Turbis was so insistent on finding Nova because Roberto was tired of waiting for him.
He had decided that he’d rather blackmail Turbis for his nasty little habit and throw him to the police if he didn’t find Nova and bring her to him. He was tired of waiting.
I also forced Turbis to tell me about Roberto’s behavior in the sack, and apparently he enjoys hurting omegas.
That’s not a surprise from the way the alpha spoke to me today while he had me captive.
His words were disgusting, and it’s not hard to believe that he would sell a child from a raped and traumatized omega.
Thankfully, the bastard is dead and he’ll never hurt anyone else like this again.
The front door splinters open, signaling that our time is at an end.
“Say hello to the devil for me,” I murmur, my knife ending his life with a slow slice through his carotid artery.
The spray covers me in blood, but I merely grin at him as the light leaves his eyes.
Turning, I stand to investigate who is at the door. The phone is still in my pocket, and I have to make a call before I’m finished here. My fingers are sticky with blood as it begins to dry, my least favorite thing about killing.
People pour through the door as I walk out of the living room, and I raise my brow as I recognize everyone.
“Is this all for little ole me?” I ask.
“Have you been redecorating the place?” Lars asks with a smirk. His gaze is worried as he looks me over, and I toss my knife away as I nod.
“How many of your fingers are broken?” Cian growls, his gaze narrowing on my swollen fingers. I don’t know how I was able to hold that knife for as long as I have as I glance down at them.
“Most of them,” I mutter. “I need to make a call and wash my hands.”
I can feel my mates worry and know that they’re outside, but I can’t stop my trajectory. Exhaustion is pulling at my body, and I need to finish this.
“Let’s find you a bathroom,” Caleb says, eying my hands. “One of us will also hold the phone. There’s not a chance in hell that you’ll be able to.”
Shrugging, I start toward the first door I see, and everyone scrambles to find me a bathroom. It’s almost funny how everyone rushes into action to help me, but I’ve already done all the heavy lifting.
The fourth door that Duncan tries yields a bathroom, and Caleb follows me in to help me. A glance at the mirror makes me roll my eyes. I look like Carrie and Chuckie the killer doll had a baby.
“I’m going to wash your hands,” he mutters, grabbing the soap dispenser to pump some into our hands. “Who the fuck did this?”
“Nova’s fake parents,” I grunt, the high of the murders dissipating faster than normal. Glad I’ll be too tired to continue killing. That was my worry: being unable to stop. “My feet are just as bad.”
“Fucking hell,” he sighs. “Lars is outside with your pack and Nova. They wanted to come in, but we didn’t know how you’d be feeling.”
Translation: we didn’t know if you’d still be killing people. He’s not wrong, I just chose to finish it as they broke inside.
“I need to find the number to Roberto’s oldest child,” I say without preamble. “They apparently don’t approve of his behavior and I want to lay it all out for him.”
“Why?” Caleb asks, carefully washing my hands. The warm water simply forces the blood to circulate, and my pain receptors fire up as if it’s the end of the world. Fuck me, that hurts.
Breathing through the pain, I blink away the black dots moving through my vision. Damn, this isn’t fun.