Chapter 48 #2
“Sweetheart, oh my gosh. You’re here! Thank God. Please untie—” A single gunshot pierces the air, making the entirety of the room flinch. A black hole appears in the center of Sylvia’s forehead. Blood immediately flows down her face as the life quickly drains from her body.
“What the fuck? You bitch! That’s your mother!” Sergio bellows. His deep voice echoing off the walls as the rest of us turn towards Sky, who is indeed holding her gun steady and aimed right at her mother. Brooks is startled awake, his hand reaching for his own gun as he observes the room.
“That was a perfect fucking shot, little one.” Owen says first, his hands clapping together in a theatrical slow clap as he inches closer to the now very dead woman to inspect the precision of Sky’s shot.
“How could you?” Sergio is still yelling, that is, until Sky’s gun shifts to the side and points at her father.
“That was no mother, and it was certainly no mother of mine.” Pocketing her gun, she turns to me, her face calm and slightly annoyed.
“I hated her voice,” is all she says. The corners of my lips pull into a grin.
My girl.
Seven has yet to react to anything. His face is still blank of any emotion or even fear as he sits patiently in his chair.
“You’ll pay for that little stunt, you selfish piece of—” Finn cuts him off with a crack to the side of Sergio’s face. His need to commit violence pulses through his body, which is evident by how he trembles slightly.
“You know, you’re pretty fucking stupid talking a big game when you’re currently outnumbered six to two.
Well, I wouldn’t actually count him as your second.
He looks pretty fucking bored to me,” he says, pointing his thumb at Seven, and I have to agree with the guy.
I wouldn’t count on his son being his savior today.
He doesn’t even look like he wants to save himself.
Almost like his accident all those years ago shifted who he was until he’s just a shell of himself.
No thoughts or emotions able to form in his head.
“So, what, you’re going to kill us now too? Your own father and brother?” Sky walks away from my side, until she’s standing right in front of her father, leveling him with a glare that has even Finn backing away.
“You see, that’s where you’re wrong. Well, not about the killing part.
You both will, of course, die today, just in a more painful way.
However, you are no father of mine. Nor is this man a brother.
Sometimes family is more than blood. Sometimes your own blood isn’t worthy of being called family, and you, Sergio, are no family of mine.
” She spits at his feet, and I couldn’t be prouder of the strength she’s showing.
After everything this man has done to her, she has yet to show even an ounce of fear.
No, not my girl. Not my tesoro. She is strong.
“Take a look around, Sergio. These men here.” She gestures to each one of us one by one.
Sergio peers around the room at the men responsible for his current predicament, and just to piss him off, I give him a slight wave of my fingers.
His upper lip curls in disgust as his rage continues to rise.
“These men are my brothers. My family. They saved me, protected me—something a father is supposed to do for his children. Something you never did. In fact, you put me in harm’s way more than once.
Every horrible, disgusting, and vile thing that has ever happened to me was done by your orders. ”
“Should’ve made you suffer more,” Sergio whispers, but we all hear him. My eyes catch sight of Saint moving up behind Sergio, a machete gripped tight as he raises it high in the air.
“Stop!” Sky yells, her hands going up in front of her. I watch Saint grumble something, but he does as she says, lowering his weapon.
“He’ll get what’s coming. No worries, Saint.”
Sergio snaps his head around to look behind him, his eyes bulging halfway out of his face when he sees the machete and just how close he came to losing his head.
“The fuck is wrong with you people!?”
“Well, if you must ask, the list is lengthy. But if you have a moment to spare, I could list everything out for you. What do you say?” Finn says from the back of the room, pure sarcasm laced between his words.
I try to hold back my chuckle as I watch him glide his fingers over the weapons, trying to decide which one he wants to use first.
“If you don’t mind hurrying this along, I’d rather just accept this end instead of drawing it out.”
“Aww, he speaks! So he isn’t mute, after all!” Brooks says, as he approaches Seven’s chair, bending down to get right in his face.
“I hope you don’t mind, but this is going to be a very long, very fucking painful evening for you. So, you can forget all about a quick death because that isn’t even in the cards for you.”
The funny thing about Brooks is he can be the sane one of the twins. However, there is a hidden sliver of derangement that occasionally slides past the surface, and at the moment, it’s double trouble.
“Well, let’s get to it already. I’m not afraid of a little pain.” Seven has the sheer audacity to taunt his captors, and all I can do is shake my head at his stupidity.
“Hey, Finn, can we show Seven exactly what he’s in for?” Sky asks in the sweetest fucking voice I’ve ever heard.
“About time!” Grabbing Sylvia’s chair, he cuts her lifeless body free. The loud thump of her body hitting the concrete makes Sergio grimace to himself.
“Alright, here we go. Let the fun begin.” In one swift move, Finn cuts the clothing off Sylvia’s body, exposing her abdomen before plummeting his hunting knife deep into her belly and slicing all the way to the base of her throat.
In another life, I’d have to say Finn was a surgeon because the man knows where every fucking organ is located in the body.
Sergio and Seven watch with disbelief in their eyes as Finn begins removing the liver, the spleen, the stomach, lungs, heart, large intestines, and finally, the small intestines. Upon finding the small intestines, he lifts up the corded organ with both hands and turns to face Seven.
“What’s your favorite balloon animal?”
“What, why?” Seven reluctantly asks.
“I’m going to make you a balloon animal out of mommy dearest’s intestines.” With Finn, I’d thought I’d heard and seen it all, but this is a new one for me.
“There’s no way you can make a balloon animal out of intestines, Finn.” I say to him, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose as I shake my head at the insanity that is my friend.
“Oh, on the contrary, you can, my friend. I’ve done it before. I’m getting better. I can do a dog, horse, and almost a giraffe now.”
Un-fucking-believable.
Without another word, I make my way to Sky, her expression just as dumbfounded as mine. She watches as Brooks joins Finn, intrigued to see if his brother can, in fact, make a balloon animal out of intestines.
“You okay, tesoro?” My voice is low, pulling her closer to me with my hand on her back.
“Um, yeah, just confused. How many times has he done this?”
“I honestly have no fucking idea.”
“Right, can we move this along? I hate to admit it, especially at this time, but I’m starting to get hungry.” Saint chimes in from the back of the room, his eyes locked on Finn as he finishes twisting and spinning bits of intestines around into what is starting to look like a dog.
I look down at Sky, locking eyes with her and waiting for her to make her next move.
“Well, let’s get to work.” Turning to her father, she raises her hand to Saint as he tosses over a knife that’s in its sheath. Pulling out the knife, she swings her arm down, successfully slicing off four of Sergio’s fingers on his left hand.
His screams fill the room, blood spurting from his hand.
“Just know, this pain is nothing compared to the shit I endured. All. My. Life.”