Chapter 31 #3
“The name Accetta dies here today. I’m officially taking Nico’s last name. I know that’s a little silly since we’re already married, but—”
“Things have been busy, and there hasn’t been time to register the new name,” Nico murmurs, hiding a smile.
“All done,” I add, standing. “It’s a little crooked. Oh well.”
Nico moves away from me where a man looks uncomfortable, and is shifting from foot to foot.
“Fuck, man, what did you eat, Lucio? That is rank,” Nico groans as he moves closer to him.
There’s no one around him, and I realize he must have bubble guts. He can’t leave his post because we’re not done yet, but he obviously has to take a shit.
“Lucio, right?” I ask, smiling evilly.
“Ohhh, that look is scary,” Ciro mumbles.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what she could possibly be thinking about. Let the man go take a shit,” Dario says.
“I plan to,” I reply. “Lucio, come relieve yourself. Right here on my father’s face. You can make him your own personal human toilet. It’s a shame his lips are sealed shut, but we can make do.”
“Damn. That’s cold,” Carter snickers. “I like it.”
“I couldn’t,” Lucio groans, pressing his hand against his stomach. This time, the noxious smell wafts over to me, making me cough.
“When my wife tells you to do something, you do it,” Nico hisses, pushing him in my direction.
“Rosa, you’re going to want to give him some space,” Silas chuckles.
Nodding, we all back up, and I notice a small tub being passed around.
“What is that?” I ask, ignoring Lucio as he begins to undo his belt.
“Vapor rub,” Silas says, placing some under his nose and handing it to me. “If the smells coming from that man’s ass are anything to judge by, this is going to get nasty.”
Papa impressively flips himself over, his muffled screams around his own castrated cock still loud, but there’s nowhere to go.
Cassidy got frustrated at one point with him, and zip tied his ankles together.
He looks like a fish out of water as he flops around, and as Lucio pushes his pants down and turns his back on us as he squats, a couple of Nico’s men rush out and flip my father onto his back.
The squelch that comes out of Lucio’s ass is disgusting, and I hurriedly apply the ointment underneath my nose and pass it on. Shit slides out rapidly, and I have to look away so I won’t gag.
“You don’t have to watch it happen to know it did,” Silas murmurs under his breath. “Ugh. What did this guy eat?”
I chuckle, shaking my head as Lucio groans and continues to shit all over my father’s face.
Deciding to take a peek, I see his eyes are tightly closed, and he looks as if he’s seconds from puking.
Too bad that’ll be a bad life choice. He’ll have to swallow it back down, and may end up choking on his own dick.
Decisions, decisions.
Nico hands Lucio wipes once he’s done, shaking his head. “You may need less fiber in your diet, man. Go waddle away and clean up. Wife, what do you want to do next?”
“I feel like meting out some karma,” I decide. “Can anyone find me a bottle of liquor? Ah, preferably not whiskey.”
“Rosa, it’s fine,” Pablo says softly. “I would very much like to watch you douse the bastard in whiskey. If that’s all that’s available, I’ll be fine.”
Silas unlocks one of the French doors and enters the mansion behind us. I can vaguely hear music now that the door is open, and become aware that some of us will need to be present to make the rounds again.
“I’m going to need matches too,” I say, forcing myself to breathe.
For now, my father is broken, but still alive. That won’t be true for much longer.
“I have some,” Hollis murmurs, pressing matches into my palm. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, I need some guys who can piss on command,” I sigh.
Hollis chuckles, and we both look around the courtyard. Nico and Pablo step forward, as do a few others.
“Then I’m all set,” I say, taking what appears to be a bottle of tequila from Silas.
“I grabbed the first thing I saw from the bar,” he says apologetically as I twist off the cap and allow it to fall on the ground.
“This is fine,” I reassure him, taking a sip to fortify myself. It’s at least top shelf liquor. “Papa…”
My bare feet pad over to him, and I begin to dump the bottle all over his body. Nico tosses my father’s clothing around him, so the material will help him burn. Papa is done flailing around, his face and shoulders streaked with shit as he glares at me.
“Oh, the things I’m sure you’d love to say to me,” I chuckle, dumping tequila over his face and hair. “The adults are in charge now, and your wave of terror is over, Papa. No more telling me who to kill, or insisting I’m your prisoner.”
There’s a bit of liquor left when I pass it to the first person near me, and I hand it off unseeingly before I pull out a match.
“You once threatened to light me on fire, so I’m doing you the same favor. Except…I don’t bluff.”
Striking the match, I drop it on the pants conveniently over his leg. And then I continue to light and drop matches until he’s on fire.
“Piss at will,” I mutter, stepping back as the men surround him. I am sending my father to the afterlife a fucked up, sticky mess.
They say you wouldn’t piss on your enemy if he were on fire, but I’m here to tell you it doesn’t matter if the fire is stoked high enough. The streams of urine cover my father’s body, yet the fire rages on.
A rush of lightheadedness hits me, and Ciro wraps his arm around my waist.
“I think I’m out of time,” I breathe, feeling my knees begin to weaken.
“Nah, it’s perfect timing,” Ciro murmurs, lifting me into his arms. “Boss! Let’s go.”
Nico and Pablo are at my side in a flash, their dicks tucked back in their pants. I hope they did that little wiggle afterward. I am definitely going to pass out.
“You’re doing really great, Rosa. We’re going home,” Nico says, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“We have all of this covered,” Easton says, tossing body bags at people. “Silas grab a few people to mingle and chat. The performers should be just about done.”
“I’ll go with you,” Hollis says. “Shit, do I have blood anywhere?”
“How you managed not to ruin your dress is beyond me,” Silas chuckles. “Anyone else up to snuff?”
The conversation fades as my pack strides away and enters the house.
Dario is careful to close the door behind him to muffle the noise, and he also closes any doors near the courtyard before we’re moving toward an exit.
Nico and Verona help brace Pablo as we walk, and then everything goes dark as my body gives up the ghost for rest.
It was a busy day, and it’s about to get worse.