Page 21 of Psychological War

I watched as he finally realized. He did remember.

He knew who I was. They all thought I died. They had no idea I was the one who killed the other three before them. He finally realized he’d made a mistake.

“No no no no,” he repeated over and over again. “Yo-you can’t be here,” he spoke to himself, whispering things under his breath. “She’s dead, we made sure.”

Kicking him in the stomach, I kicked and kicked over and over again. He was my own fucking punching bag. I hated him, I hated them all.

“P-pl-please,” he stuttered.

“I begged; we all did. We wouldn’t have told the police. We wanted to be left alone. They didn’t deserve what you fucking put them through. Yet none of you cared. You laughed when I was screaming. You laughed when Luca ordered his son to slit my throat.”

“I’m sorry.” I barely heard him.

“You’resorry?” I couldn’t help but spit back at him. He was sorry for what he did to me? I was losing my patience, but I knew I couldn’t let that happen. It was how you got caught; it was how you lost yourself in revenge. I needed to stick to my plan.

Gritting my teeth, I took a deep breath. Looking over at Giulio I took aim and shot him between the eyes. Leonzo sobbed watching as his brother's body fell. I felt relief when I saw that bullet hole in his forehead.

“What’s my name?” I asked.

“I do-don’t know it,” he admitted.

“Who do you think killed your old partners?” I smiled like a psychopath. I liked the terror in his eyes.

“You.”

“Yes, me, again. What’s my name?” I kept eye contact with him as he was piecing it all together.

“Gho-ghost. That was who killed them. They were all slaughtered.”

“Yes, and now it’s your turn,” I mumbled.

He was going to die a painful death.

11

Zane

Ineverystorythereis the truth and then there is a make-believe tale that everyone believes is the truth. In fairy tales they are told to children, so they grew up with this make-believe reality. Most others don’t want the truth. They want someone to blame when reality comes down to kick them in the ass.

Hence why we’re sitting with the Cosa Nostra. Luca called an emergency meeting last night, wanting to meet this morning bright and fucking early. I was pissed when Dimitri barged into my room telling me to get ready when I had just laid my head down ready to finally try and fucking sleep. I was ready to shove Dimitri down the hall and tell him to go fuck himself.

The moment we stepped into the building Luca acted like a bitch. He tried to act as though he wasn’t scared, but you could see the tremble in his body. His voice shook when he spoke, his hand was not as steady as it should be, and his eyes wandered everywhere when he didn’t think anyone was paying attention.

Before Dimitri was even able to sit his ass on the chair Luca was going on about how two of his men were killed last night. Giulio and Leonzo.

I barely remembered them, but what Killian gathered before we got there was that they were both found dead in the alleyway outside the club. They had two guards who were also dead, both found with knives in their throat. Giulio had a gunshot to his kneecap and his forehead. He died quickly.

Whereas Leonzo was a different story. He had a knife sticking from his shoulder, but the worst part was his face. His nose was broken in places that I didn’t realize it could be broken. Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of broken noses. He was stripped bare, left completely naked like the day he was born, with multiple stab wounds to his stomach. And his cock was missing.

Where was it you might ask?

Shoved down Giulio's throat. His own brother.

I mentally shivered thinking about it, my own cock shrinking from the pure thought of being cut off.

“What are we supposed to do about it?” Dimitri asked coolly.

Luca sat twirling his whiskey glass, the ice clinking against the side. My skin itched with the need to shoot the glass. Grinding my molars, I clenched my fist at my side.

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