Page 53 of Merciless Monster

“Paolo, I’m going to let that one go. Bit if you ever ask me a stupid fucking question like that again, I’ll cutt off your balls and feed them to you. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Boss. I’m sorry.”

“Get the men together.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Today is the day that Kyle gets to know the real Dante De Luca and not the watered down version he must have mistaken me for. No one fuck with me and gets away with it. No one.

We’re in the car within the next half hour. My body is on high alert. I haven’t been out in the trenches for a while. Usually I have men who do the killing for me, but today is special. Today, I will remind the men who follow me, and all the other dickheads out there who think that they can challenge my authority, just why I’m the Don.

“Is that it?” I ask as we stop down the road from a large house.

“Yes, Boss.”

“Okay. You all know what to do?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“No one, and I mean, no one, touches him but me.”

Everyone nods.

“Okay. Let’s dance.”

It’s amazing what you can accomplish when the enemy isn't expecting you. We’re inside the house so quickly, Kyle barely has time to wipe the shit out of his eyes. A young blonde, his girlfriend presumably, is screaming her head off while she stares down the barrel of my gun. I slap her across the face to shut her up.

“What the fuck!” Kyle barks at me.

“Shut up!” I growl back.

The girl whimpers while she crouches in the corner of the room.

“Shall I get her out of here, Boss?” Paolo asks me.

“No. I want the little cupcake to see what happens to fools who fuck with a De Luca.”

Paolo goes over to where the girl is covering, grabs her by the hair, and yanks her to her feet.

“Watch bitch,” he snarls.

“Come on, man,” Kyle snaps. “She has nothing to do with this. Let her go.”

“Who are you working with?” I demand from him, ignoring his request. “You’re too much of a fool to have tried to kill me without backup.”

“Fuck you,” he snaps.

I didn’t expect him to give up the goods without a little resistance. On the contrary, I was hoping he’d give me a reason to rough him up. I punch him in the mouth with such force that I knock out his front tooth. He spits it out, blood dripping onto the shaggy white carpet.

“I’ll ask you one more time.”

“Fuck you!” he yells, defiantly.

I’m surprised. The little worm has more verve than I expected.

“Paolo, bring the blonde a little closer.”

“No!” Kyle shouts.

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