14. Aiden
Chapter fourteen
Aiden
I look through the list of four names and addresses on my screen that my IT contact, Shamus, sent me. I had him hack into the last live Phoebe did, and provide me the addresses, personal information, and shopping habits, of any males within a three-hundred miles radius of my location, who watched my girl’s show. The added bonus is that Nicolo isn’t the only one who knows where she is anymore, not that I’ll tell him that. A feeling of unhinged fury and aggravation is increasing inside of me at this whole situation. Knowing men are out there getting a piece of my girl, hiding behind a screen, and throwing disgusting, degrading comments her way. I know she’s not innocent in any of this, she’s on the lives to make money, but I don’t give a fuck. My rage needs an outlet, and they are about to become mine.
“Why the fuck are we here, Aiden? It’s hot as the devil’s balls,” Nicolo whines from the passenger side of the Cadillac Escalade we rented under an alias, to help us find Phoebe. He’s been behaving like a pissy shit ever since the poker game, where he made himself look like a fool, and Wren, a Russian mafia princess, had to save his life when he had an allergic reaction to some shit he ate. I don’t bother to answer his obnoxious question, my head is pounding, and I’m trying to decide whether to allow him to keep breathing, or if I should just slit his throat and leave him in a ditch somewhere, and blame it on the Russians. Let his family go to war with them. They’ll all kill each other, and the best part is, I get to keep Phoebe all to myself. “Aiden, fuck, can you at least keep the air conditioning on? I’m sweating like a damn pig here, and this is a Tom Ford shirt.”
I breathe out through my nose, reminding myself that a quick death by slitting his throat would be too easy for this fucker, after everything he’s done. He’s the reason she had to run in the first place. I should stab him with a pen knife over and over, and watch him bleed out while I fill his fucking mouth with peanuts, and watch him suffocate as his throat closes up. A grin twitches on my lips as I open the center console, pull out a package of chocolate peanut butter cups, and rip it open, taking a bite of one and moaning at the savory goodness. The minute he notices, he jumps in the passenger seat, and tries to put as much distance between us as possible. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Those could kill me, asshole!” He yells in outrage.
“Then you had better shut your whiny, bitch mouth, before I shove one down your damn throat, Nico. You’ll do what I fucking say without complaining, and stop behaving like a spoiled three-year-old who needs a nap.” His dark blues are bright with fear, and I watch with amusement as he searches his pockets for his Epi-pen. “Wh-what are we doing here, Aiden,” he gulps, and it brings so much satisfaction to my dark soul, seeing him realize that, despite all our years of friendship, I could end his life, and I wouldn’t even feel much remorse. He took someone from me, someone I valued more than anything in my world, and he needs to understand that I will never forgive him for that. The only r eason I haven’t ended his life yet is because I know it would hurt Phoebe, despite everything he’s done to her.
I finish the chocolate and crinkle the wrapper, throwing it in Nico’s direction, and he bats it away like a scared little kid, his face flushing red. “You fucking lunatic! What the hell is the matter with you?!” I ignore him and stare out the window, getting a glimpse of our first victim, pulling into the parking lot of the coffee shop he goes to every single day after work. He doesn’t look like much, barely over five feet five, and weighing less than one of our guard dogs back at the Murphy compound. User: Imyourbitch22, also known as Ziggy Stuart, enjoyed calling my girl a dirty whore, while he no doubt cummed like a stupid fuck in the dark, and hid behind his screen name. He’s about to learn some damn manners, and I am going to ensure the fucker is either left breathing through a straw, or not at all. “Why the fuck are you staring at that guy like that? Do you know him from somewhere?” Nico questions, while rubbing his hands on the expensive shirt he was moaning about moments ago.
“Get the fuck out of the car, Nico. You’re going to help me teach that piece of shit some manners, and to make sure he never gets to see Phoebe naked again,” I growl as I exit the driver’s side, slip on my brass knuckles, and pull my black bandana from around my neck and up over the lower half of my face. Nico hesitates for a brief second as he processes my words, and then he rushes around the vehicle toward me. “You watched her? That guy watched her too?” I nod my head, amused that he’s now utterly incensed with the thought of us both having seen Phoebe naked, and pleasuring herself. I throw him a matching bandana that he wraps around his face with quick, jerky movements. “He called her a dirty whore, and treated her like shit under his shoe, while he got off on it,” I egg him on. I want Nicolo out of control. I want him to realize how much he costs us both, with the de cisions he’s made. I want him to feel violated, like Phoebe must feel, as she uses sex as a way to stay alive, and hidden from us.
“Motherfucker!” Nico starts to storm across the parking lot, just as Ziggy comes out of the coffee shop with a takeaway cup of coffee in his hands, and begins walking back toward his baby blue Toyota Prius. Poor Ziggy doesn’t even get his door open before Nicolo punches the back of his head, and slams him to the ground. The coffee cup flies up into the air, the lid popping off and scalding both of them. “MOTHERFUCKER! I’m going to fucking end you!” Nicolo growls as he swipes hot coffee off his forearms, and pulls his ruined designer shirt away from his chest. As amusing as all of this is to watch, I need to relieve some of my own rage, and I don’t plan to just stand around and watch. I glare at a fucker about to get out of his car to try to help stop the beating Nico is giving Ziggy. “You move, and you’re fucking next. You call the cops and I’ll be paying you a visit at your home.” I pull out my phone and snap a picture of the guy’s license plate, and one of his face, and he quickly backs his car up and flies out of the parking lot.
I move with complete confidence across the parking lot until I reach Ziggy, who’s now in the fetal position, taking harsh kicks to his back and head from Nico, who’s losing his shit completely. “Stop, prick. We need to have a little chat here with our friend, to make sure he understands the error of his ways.”
I bend down and grab a fistful of Ziggy’s greasy man bun, and force him to stare at me as tears slide down his pathetic face. “Ziggy Stuart, or should I call you, Imyourbitch22 ?“ I yank him closer to me, until I can see the terror in his muddy brown eyes. “You see, Ziggy, I think you are my bitch, and I’m about to ensure that you see the light. Whether you ever wake up and remain breathing is not really up to me.” I slam my head against his face with a crack, and his nose explodes into a bloody mess. “Please! Please take my wallet and my car, take it, just don’t hurt me!”
I chuckle behind my bandana. “You hear that? He thinks we are common thieves here to steal from him.” I slam the brass knuckles into the side of his face as I release his hair, wrap my fingers around his throat, and squeeze while he tries to twist in my grip. “I don’t want your piece of shit car, asshole, and you don’t have enough money to make me want to walk away.” His face is turning a bright shade of eggplant, as his eyes bulge out of his ugly skull. It would be so easy just to crush his throat and leave him to die, but this fucker hasn’t even realized what he’s done to offend me, and I need him to learn the error of his ways, before I send him to meet his maker. “You disrespected someone that means a lot to me. You treated her like she was some common whore, when she’s a fucking queen. You watched what doesn’t belong to you, and instead of treasuring that privilege, you behaved like a fucking cunt. For that, you have to pay, Ziggy. The disrespect you paid her must be avenged.”
I slam the brass knuckles into his mouth, shattering his teeth, and Nicolo kicks him so hard in the back that his whole body bows forward, and I am forced to relinquish my grip on his throat. “Get right with whatever God you believe in, fucker, ’cause you’re about to meet him!” Nicolo growls as he kicks Ziggy in the head, forcing him back into the fetal position, and he begins stomping hard down on his head, over and over again, as Ziggy screams for help. I pull out my switchblade and get Nicolo’s attention. “Hold him fucking still,” I demand as I straddle Ziggy’s waist, and rip open his shitty band t-shirt. I use the knife to carve into his chest, ‘ Imyourbitch’. Once I’m done, and Ziggy has passed out from the pain, I slam the blade into his throat and groin before pulling it back out, getting up, and staring down at my handiwork. “Ziggy here won’t be watching anyone ever again. Let’s go, Nico, before the cops show up.”
I pocket the bloody blade, planning to keep it as a trophy, so I can remind myself of what lengths I am willing to go for Phoebe Murphy. “Hey, can we go through the drive-thru, and get a cold macchiato? I’m fucking parched?” Nico questions, and I roll my eyes at him as I get back into the Escalade.
“Maybe after the next one, Nico. There are a few more dirty perverts we have to pay a visit to today.” He pulls out the wipes I stashed earlier in the glove compartment, and starts wiping at his hands. “Okay, but you’re going to buy me lunch, and none of that avocado toast shit they eat out here.”
Fucking Nicolo Amato is going to get himself killed one of these days, probably at my hands, when I lose all my patience with him.