Chapter 17
seventeen
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The spray pounded my back, scalding, intense and exactly what I needed to rationalize, not like that would help those fuckers in any way or form because my hunger for blood was never-ending.
Done, I dressed in a black button down, white sports suit and loaded my stomach with a green smoothie. Outside, the city hummed, blissfully unaware of the devil in the dark SUV. Above us, light clouds turned grey, a portent of death itself.
After walking out on Lorenzo and Rayden, I was expecting my brother’s call. “Let me handle this,” he suggested, his voice tight with restraint whenever he tried to control my temper.
“No.”
“Fuck, Remo, you’re just being stubborn as usual.”
I never claimed to be a saint so exterminating someone for harming my family was non-negotiable. “What you don’t understand, brother is that killing over personal grudges is rivalry, killing for others is rebellion yet both quench the thirst for justice. Don’t you think?”
He muttered something I couldn’t hear then sighed out loudly. “Just get them to talk and don’t do anything irrational.”
“I never do.” I grinned, cutting the call as the SUV drew to a stop outside the solid wall of a tall black gate. “Hmm, no guards. Not very clever, Helena.” That meant she wasn’t expecting more company other than who she invited.
Gian glanced at me over his shoulder. “Should I ram it?”
“No. If I know her well, the cameras will be off, and no one will be watching the security monitors. She always keeps minimal guards during her infamous socials.” The odds were in my favor.
“Perfect.” I gave him a code to enter into the little black box on the driver’s side.
When the gate slowly rolled back, I grinned.
“Dumb bitch should’ve changed the code.”
Outside the double-story building, I climbed out the SUV, buttoned my jacket and stared up at the dark sky. Lorenzo’s instructions to get the fuckers to talk, lost its resonance two seconds after his order.
“Seems like a good night to spill blood.” I muttered as Gian came around the vehicle to my side.
“Should I stay here.”
I raised a brow at him. “I didn’t say you can’t kill, I said, wait for my instruction.” He literally beamed at me and I shook my head. “Let’s go.”
With one hand in my pants pockets, I approached the open doors of the white mansion, followed by Gian. In the foyer, I took in the two heavies guarding the arched stairway leading up to the main entrance.
Hands clasped in front of their dicks, black suits wrapped around thick muscles, expressions blank, their eyes a steady glare, warned me to back the fuck away.
“This is a private function. Entrance by invite only and all the guests have arrived,” Fucker One declared as though he were the pronouncer of death himself.
“I’m not a guest, gentlemen, I’m the entertainment.” My lips tilted upward in a Cheshire grin. “And we all know the real party only begins when the entertainment arrives, right?”
They looked at each other, doubt creeping over their faces for just a moment before Fucker One slowly shook his head. “The boss said nothing about entertainment.”
I sighed. More blood to spill. Great.
“In that case, you have two choices. Live or die. Either way, I will be walking through that door in…” I glanced at my watch, “about ten seconds.”
Gian stood back, his lips giving way to a smile that matched mine. There was hope for him, after all.
“Who the fuck—” Fucker Two made the mistake of stepping toward me. He had no time to register the lift of my hands, one on his chin, the other at the back of his head or the quick twist of his neck before he was lying on the floor, still gaping wide-eyed at me.
Straightening my jacket cuffs, I studied Fucker One whose mouth seemed to be permanently stuck in a gawk. “Live then?” I mocked.
He stared at me, his expression now contemplative—should he take me on or not? His body stiff, he moved aside to allow me entrance.
“Good choice,” I said, walking forward. Pausing on the first step, I glanced at him over my shoulder.
“I forget,” I said casually. He frowned for just a second before his eyes dropped to the gun in my hand, tipped with a silencer.
The single shot to his brow went off quicker than his yell.
“I don’t give choices,” I muttered to his body sliding down the wall behind him, leaving a red trail in its wake.
Gian chuckled, following me up the stairway.
Loud music filled the air as I reached the landing on the opposite side to where I knew those fuckers were celebrating.
I could’ve easily walked in earlier and made myself comfortable.
That meant they’d see me coming, know I had something up my sleeve. Run before I had a chance to perform.
Where was the fun in that?
I liked surprises, especially the kind where I added my own flair to the party. Maybe redecorate with a touch of red to their cream marble tiles.
I paused, frowning, my body performing a slow turn.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, eyeing the different shades of green as I passed each room and the longwinded passage that snaked through the house.
I might be a black and white kind of man when it came to décor but give me a fucking break with these unending green walls.
Finally, we reached the large entertainment room that overlooked a pool rippling with several naked woman. I counted six men in there with them.
Drunk, stoned or just plain fucking, the three people I’d specifically come to see, didn’t notice my entrance. Not until I unbuttoned my jacket, took a seat on a single couch, crossed one ankle over the other knee and placed my arms on the armrest.
Standing in waist deep water with a man seated on the edge, fucking her mouth, Helena was the first to see me when she pulled back, breathing hard and lifted her head.
Any wider and her pupils looked ready to swallow her green irises.
Then her pouty mouth slid into a wide smile as she waded out of the pool.
“Remo, what a nice surprise.” Her voice a sultry purr, she came to a stop in front of me, fluttering her eyelashes, her naked body on full display.
Mayor Helena Garret was a beautiful woman and my mother’s age, if the latter was still alive.
While Helena might’ve sucked my cock, her allure ended the second my sister’s tears spilled.
“I have no idea how you got that DA of my back but my team’s singing your praises. ”
She slapped her hands together, referring to the drug trafficking charges the DA had brought against her son. A little reminder from me about his wife’s illicit affair with a renowned judge–people talked freely at our parties–and he subsequently dropped the charges.
“You should’ve told me you were com–”
“It’s not a social visit.” When she asked for help, I’d considered her mouth perfect for an occasional fuck and someone to keep in my circle of known associates. Now, not so much.
“Aww, come now, boy.” She stepped closer, bringing her thighs to my knees.
“Your cock might’ve tasted like addiction in its purest form, but I’ve been waiting ages for you to fuck me.
” I raised a brow and she gifted me with a provocative smile.
“How can you not want these?” She leaned forward, bringing her D-cup tits to eye-level.
“Because.” I lifted a hand, squeezing the supple flesh until she groaned, her lids falling half-mast. “You learn to know dirty, cheap seducers when you get beat with them.”
Her eyes widened, her body snapping upright, her expression turning foul. “How dare you?”
I chuckled, slowly rising. At full height, I towered above her, forcing her to step back. “How dare I what?” I growled, taking a step into her.
Fear replaced her confidence for a moment. “Dirty? Cheap? I am a mayor, Remo.”
“And that means what exactly?”
“I command respect–”
I grabbed her throat, cutting her off. “Respect?” I gritted, lifting her off the ground and squeezing until she clawed my hand.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Remo?” I glanced away from the pitiful face of the mayor as senator dickhead climbed out of the pool, his hands waving me down like I was a fucking passing cab. “Stop,” he warned.
“Sure.” Smile wide, I let go of the mayor. Her ass hit the floor, wrenching a croaky cry amidst her spluttering coughs. Horrified eyes climbed up my body attempting to glare at me.
“You arrogant son of a bitch,” Senator Grafton spat, crouching beside her. “Are you okay, Helena?”
Governor Williams reached us. “What is the meaning of this?” his wispy British accent grated on my nerves. “Lorenzo will hear of this as soon as I find my phone.” He dropped to his haunches on Helena’s other side.
I tilted my head, allowing the practiced mask of civility with these people to slip into place. “Which part?” I arched an brow. “The one where you admit to touching my sister, or the one where you tell him how to avenge her tears?”
All three faces drained of color the same time both men’s asses hit the floor next to Helena. Swallowing repeatedly, she spoke first. “Remo.” She attempted a nervous laugh which gagged in her throat at my glare.
I glanced over my shoulder at Gian. “Take care of them.” I tipped my chin at the nameless fuckers watching us from the pool.
Unlike my brother, the men who served him and the roundtable of mafia heads he sat at, I chose my own manner of retribution.
Whatever took my fancy on the day of reckoning, became my method of punishment for that moment.
I didn’t care who was around or the reason they were there.
Family, friends, enemies, their innocence meant little to my thought processes when I set my mind on something and inevitably those guiltless souls became my target practice.
“No witnesses,” I called to his back.
“Yes, boss,” his reply mingled with the incoherent babble from the three people in front of me.
“Now,” I barked, silencing them. “Who wants to go first?”
Behind me, pleading wails and shouts of help filled the air, drawing Grafton’s wide eyes, fear a delectable color on his fair face. His hand shot up and I laughed, loud and hard at his schoolboy behavior.
“Spill,” I ordered.
With every word uttered, anger festered like an incurable disease, eating through my restraint quicker than I would’ve wanted.
I heard how Helena called my sister to her office with the promise of an internship Evelina was keen to pursue after college, how Grafton and Williams visited the same day, to assess my sister’s beauty and virginal body, how both men manhandled her to Helena’s coaxing for Evelina to give in, that it would open doors for her.
I stopped listening at the part where Grafton had ripped her dress, my shoe connecting with his chin, sending him crashing into the wall behind him.
Helena’s startled scream followed with her and Williams trying to back away from me. Verità slid effortlessly into my hand, causing their already widened eyes to bulge.
“Remo,” Helena begged, her head slowly shaking from side to side.
I smiled. “Let’s begin, shall we?”
“Wait!” Williams’ hand shot up to stop my approach, but the quick swing of my machete removed the offending limb. Momentarily stunned, he gaped at the red liquid spurting out of the stump. “My hand,” he screamed a second later.
The blade sliced off his other hand in rapid succession. “Teaches you not to touch what doesn’t belong to you,” I growled.
His knees hit the floor, sliding around in his blood, his sobbing howls relentless
“Oh God!” Helena’s cry paled in comparison, yet her widened eyes suggested she knew what was coming.
Behind me I heard the telltale signs of Gian’s depravity merge with the futile cries of his victims
“Get up,” I directed Helena with the blade.
Face a mess of snot and tears, slowly she rose. Next to her Williams looked ready to pass out.
“Up, Grafton.” He slipped a few times in his effort to right himself.
Shaking, he looked at me, his expression pleading for leniency.
“Drop your pants.” He gawked at me and my brow shot up.
His hands jumped to the waistband of his shots, quickly shoving it down.
“Not very impressive, are you?” I tipped my chin at his limp dick.
He sobbed. “Stroke it.” His eyes shifted between me and Helena. “Now, fucker.”
“Please…” He grabbed his dick and gave it a quick rub.
“Feels good to be humiliated, doesn’t it?”
“I’m sorry,” he choked.
“Sorry?” I smiled, nearing him. He flinched. “Not good enough,” I gritted, the same time my hand swung and down just as quickly, Verità slicing his dick off in one swift snap.
He howled jumping around, hands flailing, the same time Helena’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes darting between Grafton’s spurting crotch and his discarded cock lying at her feet. Trembling, she hiccupped on dry sobs.
“Pick it up,” I pointed my blade at her. Slowly, she shook her head. “The dick or your head, you choose.”
Shaking harder now, she bent down and picked it up with the tips of her thumb and forefinger, her expression unconcealed disgust.
“Stuff it in your mouth, Helena.”
Her eyes jumped to my face. “What?”
“You were blowing him when I walked in, now put the fucking dick in your mouth and suck on it.”
“Please, Remo,” she cried. My brow shot up and she quickly shoved it between her lips, gagging as she did so.
“You’re even worse at sucking cock than you are at meddling in shit you shouldn’t.” It was all the time I was prepared to waste before I let my rage unfold.
Five minutes later, breathing hard, I glanced around, appraising my artwork.
Vengeance was a motherfucker especially attached to a weapon like Verità.
The stench of iron, urine and shit hung in the air, sickeningly sweet, filling my nostrils and a surge of euphoria hit me.
Nothing beat the rush of spilling blood, not even fucking a pussy hard.
“That was fun.” Gian came up behind me.
I turned, grabbing a towel as I did to clean my blade. “Check the security room. Lower basement. She normally doesn’t record these orgies, but we can’t be too certain. Rip out anything you find, I’ll meet you outside.”
“Call in a cleaner?” He pointed to the dead bodies.
Wiping the last blood speck off the blade, I looked at him. “We leave them and the let the circus come to town.”
“You’re one crazy fuck.” He laughed, walking away.
“I am.” I grinned, concealing the blade.
Outside, I lit a cigarette and opened the SUV door. About to slide in, a flash of something on the roof caught my eye. I studied the spot, smiling. “Keep watching, Korō, you’ll be mine soon enough.”