Page 63 of Vicious Rule

“Okay, then lets do this. And don’t get yourself fucking killed. Your mother would never forgive me.”

I don’t say anything to my father’s strange attempt at parental love and head out to the front of the house. There are only a few rooms left up there between the first and second floors, so we shouldn’t have to spend much time looking for the last two Olivettis.

As my father joins me, he says, “You take the one you want revenge on. I’ll take the old man.”

“Fine. We should split up. You take upstairs. He’s probably up there. I’ll take down here. Try not to get killed. Mom will never forgive me.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Funny.”

I watch him take the stairs by two, eager to get his kill. Seems right that the patriarch of the Rule family would take out the patriarch of the Olivetti family. I don’t give a damn about the old man, though. My focus is on Angelo. He’s the fuck who deserves my retribution tonight.

Room after room I check is empty, so I finally start taunting him in the hopes that it will draw him out. “Where are you, Angelo? I’ve killed everyone else in your family, so now it’s your turn. Give yourself up, and I promise to make it quick.”

That’s a lie, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t give a fuck about him. He made his play and failed. Now it’s his turn to pay.

The next door I open I’m greeted with a shot that barely misses me, so I step back and take a deep breath.

Showtime.

I point the gun around the doorframe and start shooting. He doesn’t shoot back, so by the fifth shot, I take a step into the room and see Angelo Olivetti on the ground. He’s not dead, but he’s going to be soon enough.

Staring down at me lying there, I shake my head in disgust. I’m not going to be able to do to him what I wanted. This fucker is going to get off easy. Damnit!

“You won,” he says in a faint voice. “Just kill me and get it over with.”

His eagerness to be set free from the pain he’s in makes me smile. “Nope. Now you get what you have coming. Well, maybe an abbreviated version.”

Fear fills his eyes, and I swear I think I might get hard if I keep looking at that. Nothing gets me off more than killing bastards who’ve been begging for it.

Well, nothing other than Sasha. That’s a different thing, though.

I take out his uncle’s knife and turn it through my fingers. “I like the old school ways sometimes. I think we’re going to do some fun stuff. Ready?”

He shakes his head violently as pure terror fills his expression. “No! Just kill me!”

“That would be no fun.”

I set my gun down beside me and crouch down in front of him. The gunshot to his thigh is going to kill him in minutes since he’s already bleeding out by the bucket. Too bad. I was looking forward to torturing him for thinking he should take a shot at me and kidnap my woman.

The first slice I take out of his arm. Nothing too big. Just enough to make him hurt a little more. He cries out in pain, a sound that’s music to my ears.

“Stop! Just kill me!” he sobs.

“After you shot me and then took Sasha? What happened to that guy? Where’s he?” I ask with a chuckle.

The next slice I take out of him is from his left shoulder. It feels right to give him a taste of what I’ve been feeling.

He screams and the blood shoots out like a gusher, even though I barely took half an inch of flesh. It covers my hands so they’re bright red from my wrist to my fingertips. That’s the only issue with torturing someone this way. It can get messy.

In the distance, I hear a gunshot. The old man must have found his target.

“That must have been your father. You should be thankful my father doesn’t like to waste time like I do. He’s more of a clean killer. Doesn’t like to get his hands dirty. Me? I don’t mind.”

Tears stream out of Angelo’s eyes. “Please, just kill me. I can’t take any more of this.”

I scan his body to decide where I want to slice next, but behind me a noise interrupts me. Turning around, I see my father frowning.

“Stop fucking around. Just kill him and let’s go.”

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