Chapter 31 #2
Cassidy walks up behind him and pulls his arms behind his back, and quietly zip ties them before she kicks his legs out from underneath him. Yells and pandemonium erupt around us, though people are murdered as they try to figure out what the problem is.
“This is unacceptable,” Rico’s uncle growls, twisting to see what’s happening around him before slapping me so hard I can taste blood. “You’ll pay for this!”
Those few moments cost him everything and I backhand my uncle in response to his slap. The heels at least give me a few inches of height, and I use them to my advantage as I kick and fight until I can shoot him.
My stomach continues to hurt, and I toss my empty weapon in exchange for my knife. It feels so much better as I slash and stab my way through the room, because my body is on fire and I want others to hurt the way I do.
“Rosa!”
Breathing heavily, I look around to see we’ve cleared the room, and my husband is yelling my name.
Bodies litter the ground, my blood lust is still riding me hard, and there are still people to kill.
A line of my family members kneel on their ground, breathing hard and trying not to get my attention.
Glancing down at myself, I see that I have indeed ruined my dress. Blood covers my arms and bodice, yet I’m in good company as there are many other people in the room in the same boat.
Striding toward me, Nico begins to pull out baby wipes to clean my hands and lower arms.
“Where did you get those?” I ask dully. Yeah, I’m definitely disassociating hard.
“Easton has some in one of his bags. You doing okay? Oh fuck. Rosa.”
“Ugh, stop saying my name like it’s a curse word,” I groan.
“You’re in heat,” he grits out.
“Only a little.”
“Me too,” Pablo mumbles, walking over to pull some wipes and help clean me up. He refused to stay home, and there’s just a drop or two of blood on his face. “This sucks.”
“We’ll go home soon and get all the knots we can handle,” I promise, kissing his cheek. “Okay?”
“How are you not more miserable?”
“A really high tolerance for pain. I don’t suggest it,” I tell Pablo. “I’m going to need a shower.”
The words are followed by an inappropriate giggle, and people hide their smiles as I shake off my omega and alpha. The blood isn’t bothering me as it dries on my skin for the moment, and Nico was able to clean a lot of it off.
“They’re all ready for you,” Dario says, coming closer with a bag held open. “Dealer’s choice, Rosa.”
Looking around him, I see Maura’s son and snarl at him.
“Please! You don’t even remember my goddamned name. Just kill me and be done with it!” he cries out.
“He used to torture me at night,” I grumble, searching through the bag. Finding a bat, I grin.
“Rosa. No. No!”
“Ugh, you don’t even know what I’m going to do. Stop fucking with my fun,” I giggle, pulling out the weapon. “I do know your name. I just didn’t care enough to remember it at the time. This is because you whined about not getting a chance to rape me.”
Growls fill the room, and I smile through the cramping in my lower stomach as I walk over to Rico, pull my arms back, and follow through on my swing at his head. The sound is a dull thud and I shrug.
“Your parents have always said you were dumber than a box of rocks. Guess they were right. May they burn in Hell.”
My arms rise and fall over and over as he curls into a fetal position to ward off the worst of the blows. His ankles and wrists are zip tied, which means there’s not much he can do to hide from me.
Getting tired, I toss aside the bat and reach into the bag Ciro is now holding readily available.
“Take a sip,” Nico orders, holding out a bottle of water. It’s opened and I hesitate for a second before glancing up at him.
If he wanted to drug me, he could have done it half a dozen times before this.
Resolutely, I take the offered water and take a deep sip from it before I hand it back. I act as if it’s not a big deal, but this definitely is.
There’s a shotgun toward the bottom of the bag, and I grin as I pull it out. I swear, this kill bag has major Mary Poppins vibes. It holds so much in it.
Aiming for Rico’s ass, I pull the trigger, grinning when he screams. I continue to play target practice with his body until I get bored and place a bullet between his eyes. My heels click as I move on, and Tony spits at me from his position on his knees.
“Oh, puppy. Did you miss me?” I ask, shooting out his knee. “You’re only the biggest, meanest asshole in the room until you’re not.”
“Fuck you, Rosa. Look at this mess. This is your family!”
“And what have they ever done for me?” I ask conversationally.
I really don’t want to spend much energy on him, so I exchange the shotgun for a flame thrower.
I wink in Easton’s direction, where he’s holding my father in place at the end of the line.
“Consider this what you have to expect from your final resting place. I heard if you burn a body, you chain them to this world forever to roam. Don’t haunt me, asshole.
I’m going to be deliriously happy. You’ll hate it. ”
Tony opens his mouth, but instead of waiting to hear what he has to say, I bathe him in fire completely. His screams aren’t as long as I’d expect, and I move on before he’s dead.
“Franco,” I coo. “How are you? Good to see ya.”
“I haven’t done fuck all to you, bitch!” he snarls. “I’m just the hired help.”
“Are you?” I ask, rooting around the bag again.
“What are you looking for?” Ciro asks. “Your methods of killing are fascinating.”
“I’m twitchy and achy,” I admit, cutting a glance over to Pablo. He’s pale but gives me a thumbs up when he catches me looking at him.
I need to speed this up a bit.
“I want a nail gun. Does anyone have one?”
“There should be one in the bag in the bush behind me,” Easton says sheepishly. “I may have hidden the kill bags too well.”
“Not at all,” Lyle says, pulling it from the bush. “No one who shouldn’t have found them. Ahh, yes. Here’s the nail gun.”
He walks over to give it to me, and my father begins to yap.
“I know you. Aren’t you a lawyer? Dirty fucking mouthpiece,” he snarls.
“I’m a lawyer, but not yours. Also, you’ve done very bad things the letter of the law will never be able to fully punish you enough for,” Lyle says, his southern twang getting thicker as he speaks. “Your daughter is going to fuck you up. None of us are here to save you.”
“Burn, burn, burn!” The room begins to chant, and I can’t stop grinning as I empty the nail gun into Franco’s face. He now reminds me of a horror movie I once saw with Vero.
I had nightmares for weeks, even though my day to day was reminiscent of one.
“Hi, Papa,” I say, once Franco is dead. A nail went through his eye and killed him. They don’t make bad guys like they used to. There’s just no fight in them…
I’m aware I’m loopy, and I’ll probably crash once I’m done. Kicking off my heels when my ankle threatens to give up on me, I walk barefoot through the blood on the ground toward my father.
“Vero, can you come help me, please?” I ask. I am beginning to lose steam, and this is as much my kill as it is hers.
“You fucking whore,” Papa laughs. “This is rich. You’re going to kill me? You don’t have the balls for it, dearest daughter.”
“Who do you think taught her how to kill, old man?” Verona asks, picking up the discarded bat I left behind. Swinging it hard, she yells in victory as it hits his hard head. “You did, you sick fuck. My mother wasn’t the best person, but she didn’t deserve what you did to her.”
“I forgot that cunt even existed,” he chuckles.
“Hold on, wife. He’s talking too much.”
Nico yanks Papa’s legs so he falls onto his back, and he grunts in pain.
“Did Verona give you my message?” Papa asks.
“The one where you said you’ll find a way to make my life hell?” I scoff. “The dead can’t do shit. Nico, can you strip him? Verona can beat him with a bat, but I want a hammer.”
“This is a piss poor form of torture,” my father yells, raising his head as Verona swings her bat again at him.
“I’m only getting started. I’m unfortunately also in a hurry. I have a pack to fuck, after all.”
“I raised you better than this. Fuck, leave me alone! Pervert! Nico, you’re a pervert just like your father. Stop!”
Nico rolls his eyes as he pulls off shoes, pants, and then uses the knife from his pocket to cut off the rest. He holds down my father while I use the hammer to break as many bones in his body as possible, and Vero beats the fuck out of him.
My father never stops yelling and talking shit, nor does he pass out.
“I need your knife, Nico, and gloves. I refuse to touch my father’s cock with my bare hands,” I say, wrinkling my nose.
“I love cutting off cock,” Cassidy says, finding gloves in the kill bag. “Where do you want it?”
“In his mouth, please. I want to sew his lips up,” I explain.
“I have a sewing kit,” Carter says, opening a bag to begin rooting through it. I am not surprised Easton wasn’t the only one to pack supplies.
Cassidy takes Nico’s knife and I step back with Verona as my father begins to kick and buck.
“No! I will go into the afterlife as a man. Go, you devil woman!”
“You’re not going to need your cock in hell, asshole,” Cassidy grumbles.
It takes Nico, Ciro, and Dario to hold him down despite the broken bones until Cassidy can cut Papa’s dick off at the root. It’s shriveled enough that she can shove it into his mouth despite him fighting it, and I drop to my knees at his head to begin sewing his lips together.
Carter was kind enough to give it to me during the struggle, and I barely flinch when my father attempts to bite me.
“If you’re not going to use your nice words, then you won’t be able to speak at all,” I coo at my father.
I do it in the most demeaning way possible, and his red rimmed eyes glare at me as I work.
“Your sins die today, Papa. I refuse to continuously look over my shoulder every day, wondering if I’m safe.
I’m fucking done. I want to be free of you and this family.