Chapter 10 #3
“Do I?” I ask looking over my shoulder at father and my men.
“I believe I have the right person and do you want to know why that is?” He doesn’t reply so I keep going.
“The reason why is because when Gian and his men blocked us from leaving, every man behind me exited the cars they were in including their drivers...except you. I didn’t think nothing of it then but as the scenes started to replay in my head, I could clearly see your ugly mug sitting behind the steering wheel of the car. So, why didn’t you get out of the car?”
“I didn’t want to get shot sir.” He simply replies.
“Bullshit! You were driving the car but you are also a part of my father’s security detail! Now, why didn’t you get out the fucking car?!”
He regards me before he tries to make a run for the stairs. I throw the knife piercing him in the back of his thigh. He falls to the ground hollering.
“Bring him to me!” I order security closest to him. They scramble grabbing his arms before dragging him over. I walk behind them and grab the handle of the knife giving it a good twist before yanking it out. He screams like a bitch. “Put him in the chair and buckle him in!”
“Nice toss” I hear Davide say behind me with a chuckle.
The look I give him when I glace over my shoulder was enough to shut his fucking mouth but the cocky bastard had the nerve to wink at me...
I know my eyes have went dark and if he didn’t want to end up on the table next to this piece of shit, he better keep his fucking mouth closed!
“Father, what is this rats name?” I question as the two men who strapped him in the chair back away.
“It’s Michel Viggo.” Father informs.
“Hmm, Michel Viggo.” I echo looking down a Michel. “How long has he been working for you, father?”
Father looks up to the ceiling. “Ah, about five years now.”
“Wow, five years is a long time to be employed by someone only to betray them, don’t you think, father?
” I query. Rage covers fathers face. Grabbing Michel by his shirt, I begin to slice it from top to bottom then opening it displaying his chest. “You will tell me now, what’s your involvement with Gian or I’ll give you an agonizing death.
Michel is defiant as he presses his lips together not uttering a word.
That’s fine with me; I haven’t had the pleasure of torturing anyone since the night of Adam’s fight when father and I killed those two Los Diablos.
Oh, wait Dominic’s death was after that but I killed him quickly so his doesn’t count.
Without a word I lay the tip of the blade against his chest digging it into his skin.
The first trail of blood begins my bloodlust. Michel fights not to scream or squirm in the chair as I take my time bringing the blade down his chest. I hear some the men hiss and groan at the sight but I didn’t fucking care, this was my entertainment.
Taking the knife away from his skin, I ask again, “What is your involvement with Gian?” He still doesn’t answer.
Oh, this is going to be fun. “You know, Michel, the man that was shot tonight was one of my brothers and if anyone knows me, they know not to fuck with my brothers. Maxillo!” I call out.
He steps forward. “I want you to go over to the wall and pick my next toy.” I tell him.
He nods going to the wall and choosing the meat cleaver.
I nod with approval taking it from him. “Wise choice, brother.” Max returns the gesture before stepping back.
“Michel, do you see what my brother selected, this bad boy was meant for hacking into flesh. I believe this is used on some of the best cuts of meat. Let’s see how true that is.
” I say drawing the cleaver behind my head ready to chop his fucking leg off.
“Wait, wait, wait.” He cries.
I rest the cleaver behind my neck. “Is there something you wanted to say, Michel?”
His head stays in place as he closes his eyes.
“Gian is a distant cousin. I owed him money so he called in a favor. He wanted me to let him know when you were on the move. I can’t object to his anger though; your father killed his and Andres has tainted Giovanni’s bloodline with you!
Then you’ve disgraced it even more with your half breed Black daughter! ”
His words have me reacting before they are fully processed as I slam the cleaver down on his thigh, severing his leg from the knee down.
He shrieks out in pain as his blood flows from the nub.
His restrained hands grip the ends of the arm rests when he lifts the nub up.
“Don’t you ever speak of my daughter, you son of bitch! ”
“Tu madre fucker (You motherfucker)!” Michel slurs with tears and drool falling down his face. “Gian e Giovanni vi uccideranno tutti (Gian and Giovanni is going to kill all of you)!”
“Non prima che ti uccida prima (Not before I kill you first).” I explode chopping off his right hand.
He lets out a shrill before he passes out.
“Wake his ass up!” I bellow. Felix runs over to the sink turning the water on then grabbing the bucket on the counter.
He fills it up then shuts off the faucet before carrying it over.
When he’s close enough, he splashes Michel with the cold water instantly waking him up.
Michel sucks in a deep breath before coughing and shaking his head.
Reality hits him when he looks down at his severed hand and leg. His body shakes as he begins to sob.
“Don’t cry now, Michel. The fun is just beginning.” I taunt walking around the chair rotating the cleaver. “What else does Gian and Giovanni have planned?”
Michel hurls out a glob of spit that lands on my pants.
I stop, looking down at then back at him.
“Tsk, tsk that wasn’t nice, Michel.” I whisper before backhanding him with all my might.
With his head strapped in he has to take the full impact of the hit.
Michel groans with blood spills from his mouth.
“You know what, my patience has grown very thin. Tell me what you know and I will kill you quickly so you won’t have to suffer. How’s that sound?”
“Fuck you! I’m going to die anyway, so just do it!” He yells.
I shrug my shoulders. “Very well” I say right before I crack his skull wide open with the cleaver. Michel’s eyes roll to the back his head as his last breath escapes him. Blood drips from the tip of the blade when I snatch it from his head.
Facing the remaining men, I say, “This is what happens to disloyal people in me and my father’s house.
It will not be tolerated and there will not be any second chances.
I don’t give a fuck if you have family or not!
Cross my family and you will die plain and simple.
This is the only fucking warning you will receive.
” I eye them hard before slowly looking over my shoulder at Davide.
He crosses his arms over his wide chest as he cocks his head to the side before saying, “Personally, I would’ve used my bare hands to kill him.” This cocky asshole.
Ignoring him glance at father. “Will you have the men, clean this up and get rid of this piece of shit?”
“It will be done.” He replies waving over some of security. “You know what to do.” Father orders. They unbuckle Michel’s lifeless body from the chair. Two men lift him up and drag him to the back of the room as another grabs the severed leg and hand and follows them.
I drop the cleaver before rotating to my men. “Brothers, lets head back to the house.”
There was nothing left to be said, I made my point. These men now knew not to fuck with me and mine.