42. Killian
Waking people up from a slumber can be a tad complicated if the person is napping because of loss of blood, pain, or anything in between.
The thing is, I’m in no hurry to wake Franco from his sleep. He can nap a little longer until we get him ready. I take another pair of clean scissors that Liam brought as part of the accessories we would need.
“He’ll live for as long as you want him to,” Kai says after he arranges the blood transfusion to my dear father.
After all, I wouldn’t want him to miss the show we have planned for him. I cut his clothes off, and this is the first time I understand how much Franco has suffered over the last two years of his life.
His skin is as saggy as it can be on a relatively young man such as he is, but what brings me the biggest delight is that I literally can see his bones under the thin layer of skin.
He’s become practically emaciated.
“The electrical wires are ready too.”
Kai grabs my hand, making me look at him.
“Remember, brat, what was done to Maricela is on him and him alone. Make it last as long as you need, but the second he stops breathing, live your life with her to the fullest.”
Kai, as always, speaks only when needed. I nod and squeeze his bicep before turning to Madd, who also nods.
Electricity is power. Men didn’t create it, but they learned to utilize it to their benefit. The first death by electricity wasn’t done by one human to another. No, the first death goes back to the Stone Age, as lighting struck them again and again.
But even if a person is lucky enough to survive a lightning strike, the electricity will chase them until their death due to the water and moving blood cells inside their body. We produce electricity as well. This little lesson was given to me by none other than Franco when he used electric shock on Maddox.
I take my time connecting Franco to each wire and wear gloves to prevent any harm to myself. Maddox does the same from his end. That’s why I do the first part myself.
“Madd, this can go both ways. You can take part in this, or you can watch, letting him know that you weren’t broken by anything he did to you.”
“Stand by the door with Pirajok and me,” Liam interjects. “There are plenty of other women and men who need your balls attached. It’s too risky,” Liam adds, trying to show concern in his way.
“Fucker.” Maddox finishes setting up but goes to stand next to Kai. I don’t wait and decide to wake up my sperm donor one last time like he did to my older brother.
The man in question wakes up with a moan on his lips. I increase the power of the electric circuit I created with Franco’s body and smile when his eyes pop open.
“You didn’t think it would end with just a few beatings from Kai, did you, Dear Father?”
“Dario, you have a green notebook in your possession?”
After hearing Isabella speak about notebooks, I dug into my brain and recalled seeing Franco write down everything he did to Madd and probably to me, too. The notebook he used was green, with a drawing of a tree on it. “Am I your capo, Dario?”
“As long as you don’t hurt your mother, you are.” That will have to suffice.
“Good. I need you to open the green notebook and start reading everything written there under Maddox’s name.” The only sounds that can be heard in the room are the flipping of the pages and Franco’s heavy breathing.
“From the age of six?”
The shock in the voice of my mother’s bodyguard is clear. I didn’t know about my brother then, but Franco clearly did.
“Start from the age of eleven. Oh, and guard boy?” my brother calls.
“Don’t you dare speak about what your eyes read there, or you’ll be dead meat.”
Maddox joined our family as a teen. It was his birthday. His biological mother came because Maddox was sick with severe pneumonia. He needed care, and she didn’t know what to do.
She left him with Isabella and me while Franco was in Italy with Santino. We took care of Maddox, and when he woke up, he was terrified and cursed us and asked where his mother was. But as soon as I told him I was his little brother, he calmed down. Maddox knew about Santino and me.
“Franco, open your eyes.” I slap him, and he jolts. Pure hatred stares back at me.
“Dario, we are all here. Start.”
“‘My second oldest son is at my fucking mansion, Che palle. Isabella received him with open arms, that striped cunt. If she weren’t as beautiful as she is, I would have killed her as soon as she gave birth to Santino. Just thinking about the fact that her cunt produced me a daughter makes me sick, but Maddox, he is not a mistake. I will need him as a slave. I started to teach him how to behave, but he’s worse than his little brother Killian. Killian who hides his big brother behind him. Santino knows about Maddox. They are almost the same age. I must do something with this pest. Otherwise, the world will find out about him. But a brilliant idea has come to me.’”
Dario stops reading to flip the page, and his pause is a long one.
“‘Maddox is much stronger than I thought. He carries my genes. He screamed when I electrocuted him, but he figured if he stopped, I wouldn’t do it again. He’s a lot easier to get used to than Killian. Well, Killian is smaller than Maddox, and I haven’t touched my legal son with wires. Maybe later if I must. The whole time I electrocuted Maddox, he looked at me. He looks nothing like me but is just the same. Strong, but everything else is a copy of his whore mother. The marks I leave on his body gave me a satisfaction I hadn’t felt until now. Maybe electricity will be my new game.’”
Another shuffle of the pages indicates that Dario turns to the next page.
“Dario, that’s all for now. I think we all understand why this will be one of Franco’s punishments before he leaves the world,” I say and press level five. I know for sure that Franco will stay alive because there are twenty-five levels here, but with the way he shouts, I would think he’s going to die right now—the petty coward.
Maddox didn’t scream like that even when his skin was left with permanent marks. The man loses consciousness several times, and each time, I wait to wake him with another wave of electricity.
After the fifth time, I decide it’s starting to bore me, and I take out the sharp knives I made. They’re much more violent and severe than the knife Isabella brought with her. The first scar I choose to leave on his skin is where Maricela’s less noticeable scar is—his thigh. He screams like a banshee.
“Is that how she shouted?”
I don’t recognize the voice of the man who asks the question.
“I’m sure she didn’t shout as loud as you did just now. After everything you’ve done to other people and, you can’t handle a single punishment you’ve meted out to us and the people you called your enemies.”
I continue to cut him in all the many places he left scars on Isabella, Maddox, and me. He never left a single scar on his eldest son.
“Remember, his cock is mine,” I tell Maddox, wanting him to join in.
He doesn’t hold back like I do, slashing at Franco’s skin from every angle he can. Finally, he pulls out his other eye the same way Isabella did, and the sobs continue until they stop. Franco is beyond pain again, so waiting some more it is.
The man he was is no longer here in any form. It makes my heart beat hard in my chest as if the past month of not being able to breathe from guilt and ignorance has ended with the slow death of Franco Fierro. You are going to be free, my little girl.
The phone in my pocket rings with an unknown number. Usually, I wouldn’t answer, but something tells me to do so now.
“Killer,” I hear Raven’s voice on the other end say.
“Alec Karalov is alive. He’s holding us, and he wants to play.”
I drop my phone, and I assume it’s the look on my face that stops everyone from wanting to see Franco finally lose his life.
“Killer, can you hear me? It’s me, Raven, your fucking twin sister!”