CHAPTE THIRTY-NINE
THE POS HAS TO GO
CATCH
T his piece of shit had the audacity to think it was acceptable to blackmail Bianca. What the fuck was wrong with the men in her old neighborhood?
I pressed the muzzle brake of my rifle to his forehead, seething with anger. “You thought it was fine to blackmail her just to satisfy your sick, fucking fetish?” I roared, my voice echoing off the walls.
“She didn’t want to fuck your pathetic ass.” Without hesitation, I swung the sniper rifle, slamming the handle into the side of his head.
“Ow!” GT cried out, wincing in pain.
“Baby, you promised,” Bianca’s voice echoed behind me, her fingers clutching the back of my shirt in an attempt to pull me away. The sound of her pleading, begging to keep me from going any further, hurt me deeply.
My voice dropped to a dangerous growl as I leaned into GT’s face, seething with rage. “You get off on women telling you no, don’t you?” I accused, each word sharp and venomous.
“When a woman says no, that should be the end of it," I spat out angrily.
“Catch, I tell you no,” Bianca added.
Was she goading me into bashing this assholes head in? Because I was two seconds away from killing this fucker.
I pulled her towards GT, standing her beside him.
My eyes narrowed in anger. “Explain to him how you say no. And what you're doing when you say it.”
“You just want to act like you're better than me,” GT snorted.
I swung the rifle and hit him in the head once again. Blood trickled down the side of his face.
“Listen closely, you piece of shit,” I growled at GT.
Then, I turned to my wife. “Tell him.”
“I told you no I didn’t deserve a spanking.”
She scratched the back of her neck and looked away, clearly embarrassed. “This isn’t the right message I’m trying to send.”
“Bombshell, you know you deserved that spanking for being naughty,” I reminded her.
She bit her lower lip, trying to distract me from the situation at hand.
I shook my head trying to shake off her seductive ways. “Clever, wife. Real clever.”
Bianca stepped closer, running a gloved finger down my chest. “I know you can’t wait to do naughty things to me tonight.”
I grinned. “Bombshell, you’re right. In a few short hours, I will.”
She batted those extra-long fake eyelashes. “No, you won’t.”
“Bianca,” I warned.
“Catch, he’s my wedding gift. Unless you’re in the habit of taking back gifts,” Bianca taunted, a sly smile on her lips.
I met her gaze evenly. “I don’t take back regular gifts. But he’s not regular—he’s the equivalent of week-old garbage. And garbage needs to be disposed of.”
GT interrupted, his voice shaky as he tried to cut into our exchange. “Bianca, the white boy is fucking crazy—like on some Joker-type shit.”
She turned her sharp gaze on him. “What did my husband do?”
GT’s eyes darted between us. “Why the hell would you marry this crazy white boy?”
Her expression hardened, and her voice dripped with venomous pride. “Because he respects me. He treats me like the queen I am. He brought HQ and his little crew to their knees—for me. And we tortured them,” she added with a twisted glint in her eyes.
GT’s face fell. “Wait a damn minute. You two killed them?”
“They took a long walk,” Bianca replied with a dark chuckle.
“That sounds like something from The Sopranos, ” GT muttered nervously.
I sneered at him. “It is. But The Sopranos is just a TV show. In the mafia, we don’t play pretend. We do that shit for real.”
His eyes grew the size of saucers.
“What the fuck, B? You fucking mafia motherfuckas now?” GT asked, his tone dripping with disbelief as he looked her up and down like she’d lost her mind.
“You always acted like you were too good for a hood nigga,” Stevie chimed in, his voice laced with bitterness.
“And now you married into that shit,” Stevie added with a shake of his head. “Ain’t no way out of it now.”
A smirk curled his lips as he sneered, “Didn’t know mafia dudes were gathering up hood rats,” Stevie snickered.
GT burst into laughter, doubling over like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
You could say I’d lost all sense of reality at that moment.
I forcefully struck Stevie in the stomach with the butt of my rifle, causing his back to collide audibly with the chair.
“She’s not a hood rat. Just because she lived in the inner city didn’t make her less than. She’s an intelligent woman. So are her friends.”
A surge of blind rage engulfed me, my vision tunneling until all I saw were the two bastards in front of me. My rifle fell to the ground, forgotten as I gripped a switchblade in each hand. With primal fury, I slashed at Stevie and GT's thighs with savage force, over and over again, relishing in their screams and cries for mercy. How dare they speak about her that way? The assholes who were laughing just seconds ago were now cowering like pathetic little bitches.
“No one disrespects my wife and lives to talk about it,” I snarled through gritted teeth before delivering another vicious blow.