Chapter 19 #2
I know she has enough control not to kill her too quickly, and she nods, taking the knife from me. Rosa digs the knife into Eva’s face, murmuring under her breath as she does. Eva’s blood mixes with her tears, and she shudders as Rosa’s words roll over her.
“Death may come to us all, but yours won’t be easy. No one will recognize you by the time we’re through.”
Rosa and I pull off the rest of Eva’s clothing, and I find another knife in the bag to begin carving words into her skin.
“So pretty on the outside, and so ugly on the inside,” I muse, carving the words selfish cunt onto her stomach.
“I bet you would have gotten Rosa ready even without the money, huh? It's one thing to humiliate her, but shoving a buttplug inside of her, knowing she wouldn’t slick for your perverted self, is low.”
“Do you have a crush?” Pablo asks dangerously. He pulls a lighter from his pocket, and raises my brow in curiosity. He plays with the flame, flicking it on and off as he glares down on her. “We may not be the best people to lay judgement on others, but Rosa is your cousin—”
“By marriage,” I mumble helpfully.
“And she complained there wasn’t time to eat my cunt,” Rosa adds, watching as Pablo presses the metal wind guard of the disposable lighter against the sensitive skin of Eva’s armpit.
The screeching sounds of pain are mumbles as I watch as Pablo takes his time, moving down her body and reheating the metal as needed. It’s almost as if he’s mesmerized by the flame and pain, dulling his need to kill her.
We’re all capable of killing someone, I think. Finding our motivation is the key to our homicidal tendencies.
“Sucks to be unable to defend yourself, doesn't it?” Rosa asks, using the knife still in her hand to bring it up to Eva’s eye. Deciding to be helpful, I grab her eyelid and pull it up so Rosa will have better access. “Thanks, babe.”
“Thank me by making it messy.”
Rosa grins as she shoves the knife into her eye socket and rolls it around in there, destroying the eyeball. We watch as Pablo burns the fuck out of the backs of Eva’s knees, holding them against the lighter while she screams until her voice gives out.
For a second, I worry she may have lost consciousness until Pablo pulls out the mallet, staying on his knees as he swings at Eva’s knees.
If this isn’t Italian mafia judgement, I don’t fucking know what is.
He brings the mallet down over and over, breaking her ribs, legs, and feet, ensuring that Eva never knows peace.
The pain has to be excruciating, and her one good eye rolls in its socket as she tries to scream but can’t.
“Thank god for small mercies,” Rosa laughs. “You lost your voice. Poor baby. It’s better this way…for us. What time is it?”
“Almost four in the morning,” Pablo replies easily. “Is it time for the butt plug?”
“Yep. Then we can go back to bed. If Pack Mayor is right, the run club will be coming to collect us tomorrow,” she sighs.
Cassidy was serious about getting to know Rosa, and we got a text asking if she was up to it. I’ll have to jog a little slower as I warm up to running, while Rosa hates running with a passion. If we’re going to be making a habit of late night murders, a little training wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“Flip her,” Rosa says, lifting the table leg to free her wrists.
Pablo easily flops Eva onto her stomach, her body flinching in pain as she hits the floor.
Pablo isn’t interested in being careful with her.
She’s so broken, she doesn’t attempt to get away as I pull out the butt plug.
There are nails sticking out of it, and not just a few.
It’s a dense amount, and they begin at the usually snub nose of the plug.
Pack Mayor was responsible for our weapons, which means one of them made sure the plug would provide maximum damage. I think I like them even more for that. Lubricant was purposely omitted, and I can’t help the snicker that escapes my lips.
“What? Are you okay?” Pablo asks, his eyes on the plug.
“Eva, you’re about to find out why an omega won’t slick just because someone looks in their cunt’s direction,” I growl.
I grab her hair and pull it back, watching as Rosa takes the weapon from Pablo and asks him to spread Eva’s cheeks wide. The stupid bitch finds her voice again through the gag as Rosa shoves the plug in, being extra rough as it tears her apart.
We’re all wearing gloves to help with the mess, and Rosa’s gaze moves from Eva’s face to the plug periodically. It’s only once the plug is all the way inside of her that I can see her life beginning to fade.
“If you want to say something, baby, now is the time to say it. She’s dying.”
“Tell the devil I’m sending the rest of the family after you soon, Eva. You can all burn there together.”
Eva’s good eye stares unseeingly after Rosa’s warning, and I watch as Rosa makes certain she’s dead by picking up the knife she discarded for the butt plug and plunges it through Eva’s chin.
“I’m sorry she was such a disappointment as a human.”
Rosa glances at me, as Eva’s blood drips from her fingers and shakes her head as my words wash over me.
“I think I needed to fully see what my family was capable of so I could finally be free of them,” she rasps, dropping the knife and climbing over Eva’s body to straddle me.
“Gloves!” Pablo yelps, grabbing our omega’s hands before she can touch me. I bite my tongue in amusement as she growls at him as he pulls off the blood soaked gloves, and then she’s pushing me down onto the ground to kiss me. “Fuck.”
I’m sure there will be blood on my back and pants, but I ignore that as I fist Rosa’s ponytail to take over the kiss she’s giving me. She moans, and any thought of the red shit leaking from Eva’s body disappears as she slicks.
“Pablo,” I whimper.
“Yes.” Gloves get tossed aside before his body leans over our bodies, caging us in. “I’ve never been turned on by a dead body before, but I am tonight. Until I saw you both, I thought I was gay, so what the fuck do I know?”
Rosa and I chuckle, but it’s breathless and needy. Tentatively, Pablo’s fingers move down Rosa’s back, biting his bottom lip as he watches as she arches for him.
“I want to drown in your pretty pussies. Can I do that?” he asks almost reverently.
“Can you be fast?” I gasp, helping Rosa as she scrambles to pull her pants down. Pablo pulls off one of our boots and a pants leg down off our feet to get access, and his cool hands are spreading Rosa’s ass.
“Don’t make fun of me when I come in my pants,” he mutters.
“I’ll just be sad I didn’t get to have any,” Rosa pants.
“Maybe there will be time after our run in the shower tomorrow for a morning blow job for Pablo,” I say, nipping at her lips.
“Fuck. I’ll understand if you’re teasing, mama, but I won’t love it,” he grunts before he’s spreading my legs as well.
His tongue has Rosa and I writhing as he licks us both, his fingers exploring, lifting, and moving so he can taste us as we writhe and kiss each other. It’s patient and passionate as he licks our arousal, and his groans vibrate through us until we’re moaning and crying out for more.
“Fuck. How do you both compliment each other so well,” he moans, sucking on my clit while he rubs Rosa’s.
He alternates, giving us both equal amounts of attention and adoration until I feel my release roll up through my toes, liquify the muscles in my thighs, and then I come all over his face. Rosa follows me a few moments later, sobbing as she buries her head in my throat.
“Shh. That’s it, baby. Feel it all,” I whisper, trembling as hard as she is as I hug her. “We deserve good things. Fuck the Accetta family. They won’t ruin our lives. We won’t allow it.”
My eyes move over to Pablo, worried he might think he did something wrong, but instead he’s rubbing Rosa’s back in slow, gentle movement.
“How are you so perfect?” I sigh.
“It’s not hard to be good to you, not once I get out of my own stupid way,” he admits.
Once Rosa’s tears slow, Pablo helps her sit up, away from the puddle of blood we ended up laying in, and dresses her while I pull off my clothes, put them in a plastic bag, and change into new ones.
I make sure to bag the three pairs of gloves we used as well, knowing they’re toast until they can be really well washed. I have to admit, I like these gloves.
Now that I’m clearing the kill scene, I’m glad Rosa suggested I bring a change of clothes for each of us in case things got messy.
I bet she didn’t think she meant because we needed to get oral beside the dead body. I have to admit, I would absolutely do it again.
Grabbing the backpack, the three of us leave Eva on the floor, exiting out the back door.
“I can assure you, we don’t need your help. I have a ride lined up for them to return to the house,” Easton drawls, appearing annoyed as he speaks to Pack Domino.
“Are you stalking us?” Rosa asks, her brows drawing down as her lips twist in annoyance. “Easton, we’re all set inside, thank you for waiting.”
Easton shrugs, showing he doesn’t mind at all. “I hope it helped.”
“I think it did,” Rosa says, smirking. Pablo shifts uncomfortably and my nostrils flair. Since the scent of cinnamon rolls is very strong, I realize he really did blow his load in his pants. I love that he gets so lost in the sensation of things that he can’t help but come in his boxers.
I find it sexy as hell.
Unfortunately, Dario, Ciro, and Nico can also smell him, while Easton is a gentleman and pretends not to.
“Rosa.”
Rolling her eyes, she says, “I’ll take the ride, Easton, thank you. We made a mess inside.”
“I hope you did,” he snorts. “You have the keys to the house, right?”
“Yes,” I reply for her.
Four men walk into the backyard from the garden gate leading to the next street, and Easton opens the door for them. There’s the clean up crew.
“I’m going to make sure no one misses anything. Night.”
Rosa, Pablo, and I say goodbye and fall into step beside Pack Domino as they lead us out of the yard.