I was going to take my ever-loving fucking time. I wanted them to feel what Catarina felt. I wanted to destroy them as they had destroyed her. I wanted to inflict as much pain as I possibly could as I watched the life drain out of their eyes.
Moving closer to the fucker, I watched as his eyes widened with fear. I grinned.
Yeah, the bastard knew who I was.
I wasted no time as I threw one of my knives, watching as it embedded deeply in his shoulder. He screamed out, and if it wasn’t for the nasty gag someone put in his mouth, he would have shattered glass. His bitch of a wife screamed bloody murder until one of the men in suits walked over and punched her unconscious.
“You thought you’d get away with it. You thought you could hurt my woman and walk away?” I growled right before I slammed my fist into his face, breaking his nose. The second I saw his blood, I wanted more. Craved more. Hitting him over and over again, I didn’t stop until I found myself out of breath and my arms aching.
Stepping back, I looked at the damage I inflicted, and though I was happy to see his face reconstructed, the fucker was still breathing. I wanted more. I needed his soul in my hands.
I couldn’t get the images of my woman’s cries of pain and fear out of my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see them. I could actually hear her tormented screams every fucking night.
I was nowhere near done with this fucker.
Hearing sirens off in the distance, I sighed.
“Bag and tag him,” I said before turning to leave.
“What about the woman?” Salvatore asked as everyone looked at me. Reaching inside my cut, I pulled my gun and raised it to her head.
“Player! No!” several of my brothers shouted just as I pulled the trigger. I smirked, seeing the back of her head explode. “The fucking bitch took my kid. I want that fucker alive. I’m not done with him.”
Saying nothing more, I walked out of the house and into the night.
Knowing my brothers would see to my request, I left and headed back to the motel I stashed Catarina in. She wasn’t happy to be left with Luciano, but there was no way I could do what I needed to do with her around.
I needed her safe.
Even from me.
It didn’t take me long to arrive back at the small dingy motel, and when I pulled up in front of the room, I just stared at the door.
My hands were shaking.
I’d never been more scared before in my life.
My whole life was just beyond that ugly green door. All I had to do was walk through it, and everything was going to change. I wanted that change. Couldn’t wait to see what life would be like, but right now, I just needed a minute.
I still held too much rage in me, and I knew Catarina would see it. I didn’t want to scare her or my son. He’d already been through too much, his mother even more so.
The door opened, and out walked Reaper and Ghost.
Seeing them, I hung my head.
After everything I said, they still showed.
For me.
Slowly getting out of the SUV, I said nothing as both men walked over to me.
“Healer is with Colin. He’s checking him out,” Reaper said, leaning against the hood of the vehicle. “He looks good, though. Shaken up and scared, but he looks fine.”
“I did things tonight,” I whispered, looking off into the night. I noticed that it was still snowing. The area looked peaceful, but it was anything but. Death had come to this place tonight, and it wasn’t finished.
“Massacre called a few minutes ago. He and Salvatore are taking Hughes back to Chicago. Giovanni wants a word with him before you finish what you started.”
I said nothing.