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I smile, the absolute terror in those dull brown eyes is everything I thought it would be. “Yes,” I reply happily.

“I told him it was you,” he gasps, trying to get free of the bindings. “I knew I’d be next.”

“Yep,” I reply, popping the p. “You are next. Andrews, this is going to hurt, and I’m so glad that it will.”

“This is because of those bitches, isn’t it?”

The anger hits me swiftly. “Yes,” I hiss at him.

“I didn’t make that fucking whore take an overdose, nor did I make that bitch slit her own wrists.”

The degrading way he’s talking about Shona and Marcy infuriates me. He’s baiting me, that much I know, but he’s stupid. Doing that will only make what’s about to happen to him even more painful.

“You raped them,” I snarl as I move toward the rope that’s attached to him. Once I get it, I untie it and hold it. “Oh, someone’s put on weight,” I comment bitchily, listening to Makenna’s chuckle.

“You’ll never get Greaves. He’s too smart,” he gloats.

“You’re going to enjoy this,” I lie, ignoring his stupid-ass comment. I release the rope slowly, feeding bit by bit out of my hand, lowering him toward the point of the Judas Cradle. He still hasn’t comprehended what’s about to happen to him.

“No,” he screams the moment the tip hits his anus.

I tilt my head. “Here was me thinking you liked anal. I mean, that is what you used to do to Marcy, right?”

“Please, stop,” he pleads with me.

I shake my head. “Never going to happen.” I lower him even more, smiling broadly as the point penetrates his ass. “At least I lubed it for you.”

His screams fill the space. I listen to them, letting them fill my mind. This is for my girls and for me. He’s the reason one of them is dead and the other has long term brain injuries. She doesn’t even remember her own children, let alone what these animals did to her. For that, I’m grateful. But the funny woman I met is long gone.

Blood trickles down the chair, and I know he’s going to have a very painful evening.

Walking over to him, I unsheathe my knife. “I wouldn’t want to let the public down now, would I?” I say aloud, and my men laugh. “What type of mangler would I be if I left your tiny cock alone?” I shake my head.

He whimpers as I slowly bring my knife past his face. He’s crying hard, snot coming from his nose and mixing with the tears that are flowing from his eyes. I do the exact same that I did to Rice. My knife plunges into his ball sack, then I follow it up by pushing the tip of the knife into the slit of his cock.

I don’t disembowel him, although I do cut him open. The blood seeps from his body like a damn tap. Drip, drip, drip, drip.

It’s enough to ensure he stays alive long enough for me to get married. That way, I’ll have a lot of witnesses.

I walk out of the deli with my head held high.

Four down, one to go.

But first, I will marry Rocco.

CHAPTER18

ROCCO

“Ready for this, figlio mio?” my mother asks as she fixes my tie for the fifth time today.

“Yes,” I reply. I didn’t think I’d be eager to marry anyone, but Jade is unlike any other woman I have ever known. There are so many different dimensions to her that I doubt I’ll ever get to understand her fully, but I’ll have fun trying to unwrap each layer.

“Your father—"

I shake my head. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I grunt. I certainly don’t want to fucking talk about it right now.

“Figlio mio—"