Page 30 of De Luca: The Saint

Shaking my head, I say, “I don’t save lives, I take them.”

He laughs again, “I used to say it’s a beautiful day to take lives, but Mia made me stop.”

I take the scalpel into my hands and stand over his exposed chest. I smile at him, looking directly into his eyes, “This is probably gonna hurt.”

His eyes widen as they stare at the weapon in my hand, then up to my face, I imagine he thinks he’s looking at an absolute psychopath. I suppose he is. I grin at him as he trembles with pure fear.

“You must be the devil,” he cries out.

Chuckling I say, “Nope. That’s my brother. I’m a saint.”

Max’s laughter sounds out over John’s whimpers. Enough of the theatrics, it’s time for brutal fucking pain.

I slice down his chest, not exactly in the middle, a little to his left, where his heart is.

He screams in excruciating pain as I open up his chest.

I make cuts almost in a box shape and toss the skin away with an audience looking on. Nobody says anything to me directly, but I hear Hunter mutter, “Jesus,” under his breath.The other two men sit on the floor shaking, knowing they will likely face the same savage treatment. Theo vomits all over his jeans and apparently Max isn’t a fan of puke because he kicks him in the face causing me to chuckle lightly.

Then, I reach my hands into John’s body, grab onto his heart, and pull with all my strength. I planned to rip his heart from his chest, but muscle is holding onto it, making it impossible. I’m strong, but I don’t have superhuman strength. Fucking Hollywood always makes this shit look easier than it is. Alright, Plan B.

“Hammer.”

Max brings over a hammer like nothing I’ve ever seen before. It must be handmade. It looks like a hammer, but on the end, it has sharp spikes. That’ll work, however, with his chest exposed, I know if I take the hammer to his heart, he’ll die fast, too fast. I take the hammer, lift it, and bring it down on his stomach. My original plan may not have worked out, but the pleasing sound of his gut-wrenching screams is like fucking music to my ears. I bring it up again as I wonder how many times, he made little girls cry the way I’m now making him sob. Remembering the cries of the girls in that ballroom, the terror etched on their faces only fuels the raging violence in me. I bring the hammer down on his left knee. Again, the sobs of pain soothe my dark soul. I stare at him, shaking, sweating, blood gaping from his chest as he begs me, “Please. I’ll do anything.”

I reach up and wipe the perspiration from my brow with my arm as I chuckle, “Too late, Johnny boy. Too fucking late.”

Again, I bring the hammer up and slam it down into his stomach.

Max speaks to Theo just loud enough for me to hear, “Does it scare you to know you’re next?”

Briefly, I glance behind me and see both Theo and Robert shaking like fucking leaves in the wind.

“Are there any women we don’t know about?”

John looks at me, his face covered in sweat, tears, and snot, as he shakes his head profusely, “No. I swear. There are no o-o-thers.”

I wink at him, “Good boy.”

Then, I bring the hammer up and smash it into his skull, again and again.

Max grabs my shoulder, “He’s gone, man. Now you’re only making a mess.”

I step back and survey the scene. Blood and brain matter coat the walls as well as the table. I smile with satisfaction.

Never again will he hurt another female. He’s done.

Standing back, I let the others handle the remaining pieces of shit. Once this is done, I get to go home to Kat. There’s nothing I want more.

Chapter Nineteen

Damian

I showered at the safe house because I don’t want Kat to see me covered in blood. Somehow, I don’t think she’d handle that very well at all. I always keep a change of clothes in the car, so she won’t know about the dead men unless she asks because I won’t lie to her. If I’m honest with myself, I’m hoping she doesn’t question me.

I drive fast. While I’ve not been gone that long, it feels like it’s been days, maybe weeks. I can’t help the grin on my face as I pull in front of my building. My security guy opens the door for me, “Where’s Kat?”

He arches an eyebrow, “She’s not here,” he shrugs, “Left several hours ago. I don’t know where.”

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