Chapter 6
ENZO
Something happened to her. Something bad. She was afraid to tell me, and the way she was shaking in my arms, her mind elsewhere, it was obvious she had been harmed. I didn’t even need to see those black and blues on her inner thigh to know that.
I wait in the parking lot for that motherfucker with the beard. He doesn’t know it yet, but tonight will be his last night on earth.
I don’t know if he’s the one who did that to her, but it doesn’t fucking matter. He’s dead for merely grabbing her, talking to her the way he did, like she was nothing, and he was the one in charge. We’ll see how in charge he is with me.
I finally catch him come out of the club, heading for the parking lot. Once he’s in his car, I start to tail him. I can’t do shit here. I have to find a quiet place.
My brothers would kill me if they found out what I’m up to. That I may ruin our plan for the Bianchis. But I won’t. I’ll be careful. I can’t let his actions go unanswered, no matter what. He will pay.
The streets are immersed with silence at this time of night, and I keep some distance between us as we drive down a wide two-way road, streetlamps on both sides.
He makes a sharp right and I do too, finding myself on an unassuming one-way street this time, with a heavy wooded area to our right, large trees blanketed by darkness. The perfect location.
The guy slows. I think someone’s finally realized he’s got company.
Night-night, motherfucker.
Retrieving my black leather gloves from my pocket, I slip them on before picking up the knife from the passenger seat, the same one I had on me earlier.
His vehicle slows to a halt, and he steps out, a bat in his hand. I should put a mask on, in case we get company, but fuck it. I want him to know exactly who’s going to kill him.
I reach down for the gun at my ankle, closing the knife and sticking both in my pocket as I get out, shutting off the lights in my car.
“You little asshole,” he jeers, tapping the bat in his hand. “You really thought you could follow me, and I wouldn’t know?” He chuckles. “You young cats think you’re some tough shit these days, huh?”
I don’t say a word as I move up on him slowly, my loafers crunching over the gravel, the noise resonating through the air.
“You just gonna stay quiet before I beat your fucking ass to the ground?”
I take another step, yards between us now.
“You in love with Joelle or something?” He keeps moving toward me while I do the same. “She’s got a fine-ass pussy. I don’t blame you.” He draws up his upper lip. “I had some the other day. On the house.” He winks.
He doesn’t see it coming. Not until it’s too late. The bullet from my gun punctures him straight through his esophagus, the silencer on. No one hears him fall to his knees, gasping for breath, mouth parted wide, eyes even wider.
With the weapon in my hand, I step closer, his hands covering the hole in his neck, blood seeping, slicing in between his fingers.
“This is a lot better.” I pat his head, placing the gun back into my pocket and removing the knife. “Now, what were you saying about her pussy?”
He gurgles up blood in response.
“Oh, right.” I snicker. “You’re preoccupied. No worries. You don’t need to talk. You just gotta listen.” Circling around him, I run the pointy edge of the blade up his back. “How does your blood taste? Hmm?”
He lifts a trembling hand as I make it to his front. I near the weapon to his eye. “You must be proud of yourself for doing what you did to her.” My body buzzes with the rage pounding through it. I could barely contain it, my teeth grinding so hard, they could shatter.
“You’ll never get to touch her again.” Each word is neatly wrapped in fury, the tip of the knife quietly slicing under his eyes. “It must’ve been you who put those bruises on her.”
He shakes his head, trying to speak, but all that comes out is a choke and the spitting of his blood.
“She begged me not to kill you for what the Bianchis can do to her as payback, but no one will know it’s me. No one will suspect it. They have so many enemies. I’m only one. And I’m sure a fucker like you has plenty of his own.”
He continues to stare, hacking, strangling on his own demise. My other hand reaches for his pants, unzipping it. He must suspect where the knife will go next because he fights me as I try to take them off.
“Let’s make this quicker, shall we? I have places to be.
” I rear the knife, stabbing the top of his hand.
He quickly jolts it away, unable to scream, to call for help while I pull down his pants.
“Not the way I wanted to spend my evening, but we do what must be done. And this, I’ll gladly do for what you did to her. You will suffer. Painfully.”
After his tiny dick is visible, I line my blade at the base. But before I start to cut, I grip his shirt in my fist, nearing his face, his blood dripping over my hand. “I’d make you suffer for days if I had the luxury of time, so for now, this will have to do.”
Then I slice.
He chokes, screaming in silence. There’s no one to hear him begging for mercy. I’ve never cut a dude’s dick off before. Add it to my growing list of talents.
The savagery roaring in my veins is untamable. Images of what he did to her slam into my mind over and over until I realize his dick is completely off.
“Open your mouth, motherfucker. I’m gonna give you something good to chew on.”
He sobs soundlessly, his chin quivering, the pathetic tears of a coward rolling down his round cheeks, some caught in his beard, those charcoal eyes drenched with a massive dose of regret.
“Okay, since I’m such a good guy, I’ll help you out.” I pry his mouth open, my fist with the knife in it pushing against his upper teeth as I stuff his dick down his throat with the other.
“Chew,” I demand as he tries to spit it out. “I said chew.” I keep my voice low, the tip of the knife nearing his eye socket.
And then he does. The motherfucker chews his own damn dick. Well, as good as he can with the bullet in his throat.
“This would make a pretty picture, don’t you think? I bet your mother would love one as a keepsake.”
I remove my cell from my pants pocket and snap a pic, the flash glaring against the darkness, the only other light coming from his car.
If Joelle ever needs to see it, I’ll have the photo ready for her. I want her to know that I’ll always be there to do whatever the fuck I can to keep her safe, even when she doesn’t want me to.
He gags, his eyes rounding.
“I should take each one of your eyes and make you swallow them too, but I don’t have the time. Lucky for you.”
Grabbing the back of his shirt, I lift him up over my shoulder, and his dick falls out of his mouth, right onto the ground.
Opening my trunk, I throw him inside. We can’t forget the dick though. I return to pick it up, then stuff it down his throat again. He should be dead by the time I get home. I won’t end him with a bullet. I didn’t lie when I swore he’d die slow. I want to prolong every miserable second.
Luckily, I’ve got my Royce SUV today. I would’ve hated to bloody up my Bugatti.
Shit, I’m really going to have to explain this to my brothers. I can’t hide it from them, especially when I need our personal cleaners to get rid of the body and the evidence.
Getting behind the wheel, I begrudgingly call Dom and Dante.
“Yeah,” Dom answers first, Dante joining seconds later.
“I was getting my damn beauty sleep.” Dante yawns. “Why the fuck are you calling this late?”
“I got into some shit,” I say, jumping right to the chase, putting them on speaker as I drive off.
Dom’s breath is harsh, like a friggin’ dragon.
“How many times did I tell you not to fuck without a condom?” Dante groans. “I’m not helping you pull crabs out of your dick.” He chuckles, entertaining himself.
“Speaking of dicks… I have one in the trunk.”
“What the fuck did you do?” Dom’s question is harsh.
“Damn, bro, let me finish. Shit.” I exhale sharply. “I meant I got an actual dick in the car.”
“Is he fucking making sense to you?” Dom asks Dante. “Because I’m about to strangle him.”
“Shit, I’m too tired for this.” Dante yawns again. “Enzo, spit it out already.”
“All right, damn. But you two won’t be happy about it.”
“Why the hell am I not surprised?” Dom’s voice is even yet clipped.
“There’s a dying dude with a missing dick in my car.” I pause. “I need his body and all that shit disposed of, like right now. I just texted you the location of where it happened,” I tell Dom. “Send them there first.”
“You have got to be kidding.” Dom’s exhale comes roughly through the line. “Of all the idiotic shit you’ve done in your life, this has got to be the worst.”
“Wait.” Dante pauses. “You really cut some guy’s dick off?” Then he’s laughing. “Fuck, bro. How was it?”
“Not as bad as I actually thought it’d be, but I kept thinking about my own dick. I mean, I wouldn’t want that to be me.”
“I’m glad you guys are enjoying this,” Dom cuts in. “Who the hell was he and do not lie to me.”
“Some asshole from the strip club. He got a little too rough with one of the girls and ya know, shit happens.”
“Why were you at the strip club? You hate that place,” Dante throws in. “Wait a minute, is this over that blonde chick you were talking to the other day when I was with Carlito?”
“Maybe.”
“Damn, baby bro fell in love with a stripper.”
“Chill. No one’s in love with anyone, but I couldn’t let him hurt her anymore. I had to end it. He’s just another dirty Palermo fuck. I was doing the world a favor.”
“And what about Dad and Matteo!” Dom cuts in, his tone edged with a sword. “What if your actions fucked everything we’ve been working toward? What then? You couldn’t wait to get rid of him until we ended the Bianchis?”
The only thing on Dom’s mind is killing the Bianchi brothers.
I get it. I understand why he’s pissed. “I did what I had to do, and I’d do it all over again,” I tell him.
“It all worked out anyway, didn’t it? The guy’s missing his dick, and no one but us knows about it.
Our plan is safe.” I turn left, only a few miles from his place.
“So go and relax. Maybe have a shot of something strong before I get to you. Or I can call Candy. She gives good head.”
Dante strangles on a chuckle, trying, yet failing to hold it back.
“Hurry the hell up,” Dom barks. “The cleaners are on the way to the location, then they’ll come by my place.”
Dom hangs up, but Dante’s still there.
“I still can’t believe you chopped off some guy’s wiener,” he throws in.
“Yeah and made him eat it.”
“What?” His chuckle hits heavy, and he’s unable to control it now that Dom is off the phone.
“It’s a long story,” I point out. “Well, not really.”
“Bro, you’re my hero. Must’ve been fun.”
“Tell that to the guy in my trunk.”