The sound of his voice made my skin crawl.
“It’s a shame you couldn’t have been here earlier when most of it came down. It was quite the bloody show.”
Castello shot up from the bed, rushed over, and punched Carlo in the face. Bone cracked, and I immediately looked his way since I loved the sound of his face breaking.
Carlo spat out a mouth full of blood. “You know,” he started. “No matter what you do, you won’t be able to change it.”
“Change what?” Castello seethed.
“The fact that I had her first. The fact that my cock stretched that pussy of hers first.”
Another fist to his jaw and Carlo’s face jerked to the side. The sight of blood that spat from his face somehow managed to numb the pain—like morphine. Seeing Carlo bleed dulled the ache in my soul…and it felt good.
Castello leaned closer to his brother. “I would love nothing more than to put a bullet through your skull.”
“Then do it,” Carlo bit out between bloodied teeth.
“Unfortunately, revenge is no longer mine to take, brother.” Castello stood up straight and looked at me. I cocked my head to the side, my soul hardening with every second that passed. There was nothing but emptiness inside me. I felt nothing. But as I looked past Castello at Carlo, crimson dripping from his nose…I felt something raw, something deep. Something that had its roots planted deep inside the foundation of hate.
Castello walked over to me and held out his hand.
The glint of the knife caught my attention. I looked up at him questioningly, even though I knew what he was saying.
He gestured toward the knife. “This is your revenge to take, little mouse.”
I bit down on my lip as I reached for the knife. I expected it to feel heavy in my hand, but it didn’t. It felt light yet cold and hard. Kind of like me on the inside.
Castello helped me up, my legs trembling beneath me. Whether it was the meds or shock, I didn’t know, but I was weak, my anger the only thing that strengthened me enough to stand up straight with the support of Castello’s arm around my waist.
Carlo started to laugh. “Just proves you don’t know her at all. She’s not capable of murder. She’s too weak. She doesn’t have it in her to take a life.”
I glared at him. His face. His eyes. His lips. It nauseated me. I could still feel his fingers inside me, pushing the poison as deep as he could, killing my baby. I could still hear his voice as he told me everything was going to be okay.Well, it’s not. Nothing would ever be okay again.
I took a step forward, and my legs shook, but the fury mixed with pain fueled me, it pushed me to keep on moving. Castello’s arm was still wrapped around my waist, and I leaned into him just a little more.
“I’ve got you,” he assured me softly.
Carlo kept on smiling. “Pity he’s too late, huh? If he didn’t leave you in the first place, all of this probably wouldn’t have happened.”
I chose not to listen to a word he said, even though it rang true. Castello left. But that no longer mattered. Nothing mattered.
I gripped the knife tighter in my hand, and Carlo glanced at the blade before his menacing stare shot up to mine. “So are you going to tell him, or should I?”
I froze mid-step.
Carlo nodded toward Castello. “Maybe you should tell him. It would be better if it came from you, don’t you think?”
“Tell me what?” Castello glanced from Carlo to me, but I kept my deadly glare on the son of a bitch in front of me.
“Tell him, Tatum. Tell my dear twin brother what happened.”
My nostrils flared, and I could feel my veins swell with rage. Heat spread through my body, every muscle clenched. My breathing slowed, and I grabbed hold of every ounce of fury that boiled like lava inside my veins, threatening to erupt.
“Okay, fine.” Carlo sighed. “If you don’t have the guts to, I’ll tell him.”
And then I snapped. The last thread of humanity I had left in me cracked, and I rushed forward, screaming maniacally before shoving the blade in the bottom of his chin and up his face. I felt his skin tear, the knife hitting bone. Blood gurgled out of his mouth, out of the wound, and it spilled over my hand. It was warm, thick, and as I watched the blood run down my hand and arm, dripping to the floor, I could feel it feed my broken soul, soothing it, consoling it. Carlo choked on his own blood, and I shoved the knife even deeper up his face. Crimson bubbled out of his nose as the last air left his body. The sweet metallic smell of blood filled my nose, and my anger loved the scent.
“Tatum?” Castello moved his hand on my waist, but I ignored it. I only shoved the knife deeper, wishing I could do it all over again. And then I did. I ripped it out of his face and stabbed it through his cheek.