Page 22 of The Devil's Secret

“I should take each one of your eyes and make you swallow them too, but I don’t have the time. Lucky for you.”

Grabbing the back of his shirt, I lift him up over my shoulder, and his dick falls out of his mouth, right onto the ground.

Opening my trunk, I throw him inside. We can’t forget the dick though. I return to pick it up, then stuff it down his throat again. He should be dead by the time I get home. I won’t end him with a bullet. I didn’t lie when I swore he’d die slow. I want to prolong every miserable second.

Luckily, I’ve got my Royce SUV today. I would’ve hated to bloody up my Bugatti.

Shit, I’m really going to have to explain this to my brothers. I can’t hide it from them, especially when I need our personal cleaners to get rid of the body and the evidence.

Getting behind the wheel, I begrudgingly call Dom and Dante.

“Yeah,” Dom answers first, Dante joining seconds later.

“I was getting my damn beauty sleep.” Dante yawns. “Why the fuck are you calling this late?”

“I got into some shit,” I say, jumping right to the chase, putting them on speaker as I drive off.

Dom’s breath is harsh, like a friggin’ dragon.

“How many times did I tell you not to fuck without a condom?” Dante groans. “I’m not helping you pull crabs out of your dick.” He chuckles, entertaining himself.

“Speaking of dicks… I have one in the trunk.”

“What thefuckdid you do?” Dom’s question is harsh.

“Damn, bro, let me finish. Shit.” I exhale sharply. “I meant I got an actual dick in the car.”

“Is he fucking making sense to you?” Dom asks Dante. “Because I’m about to strangle him.”

“Shit, I’m too tired for this.” Dante yawns again. “Enzo, spit it out already.”

“All right, damn. But you two won’t be happy about it.”

“Why the hell am I not surprised?” Dom’s voice is even yet clipped.

“There’s a dying dude with a missing dick in my car.” I pause. “I need his body and all that shit disposed of, like right now. I just texted you the location of where it happened,” I tell Dom. “Send them there first.”

“You have got to be kidding.” Dom’s exhale comes roughly through the line. “Of all the idiotic shit you’ve done in your life, this has got to be the worst.”

“Wait.” Dante pauses. “You really cut some guy’s dick off?” Then he’s laughing. “Fuck, bro. How was it?”

“Not as bad as I actually thought it’d be, but I kept thinking about my own dick. I mean, I wouldn’t want that to be me.”

“I’m glad you guys are enjoying this,” Dom cuts in. “Who the hell was he and donotlie to me.”

“Some asshole from the strip club. He got a little too rough with one of the girls and ya know, shit happens.”

“Why were you at the strip club? You hate that place,” Dante throws in. “Wait a minute, is this over that blonde chick you were talking to the other day when I was with Carlito?”

“Maybe.”

“Damn, baby bro fell in love with a stripper.”

“Chill. No one’s in love with anyone, but I couldn’t let him hurt her anymore. I had to end it. He’s just another dirty Palermo fuck. I was doing the world a favor.”

“And what about Dad and Matteo!” Dom cuts in, his tone edged with a sword. “What if your actions fucked everything we’ve been working toward? What then? You couldn’t wait to get rid of him until we ended the Bianchis?”

The only thing on Dom’s mind is killing the Bianchi brothers. I get it. I understand why he’s pissed. “I did what I had to do, and I’d do it all over again,” I tell him. “It all worked out anyway, didn’t it? The guy’s missing his dick, and no one but us knows about it. Our plan is safe.” I turn left, only a few miles from his place. “So go and relax. Maybe have a shot of something strong before I get to you. Or I can call Candy. She gives good head.”

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