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“Try again,” I grunt, beginning to carve into his skin. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
My tongue pokes out the side of my mouth in concentration, and I keep Louisa in my sights. It takes me several seconds to realize the bitch passed out. Shrugging, I decide that works for me because I won’t have to deal with her.
“You don’t want to hear about this?—”
Tired of his whining, I hold him still while I carve the wordsCHILD RAPISTinto his skin. Turbis is a little bitch, and tells me all about how he used to hurt my sister once she went to bed. Louisa didn’t know for years until Nova turned twelve, and she caught him walking out guiltily.
“She didn’t know what to say,” Turbis wails, tears streaming down his face. Losing patience with him, I stab his right cheek.
“What the fuck was she supposed to say, dingbat?” I ask. “The two of you are fucked up parents. Mr. Domino told me that he’s been getting you children to fuck. Please don’t pretend that you don’t have a problem.”
“It’s not a problem,” he cries, blood running down his face. There’s a puddle of the warm liquid under my knees, and I know I need to finish this up before it gets cold and congealed.
Just the thought of it makes me shudder.
I’m going to be covered in blood by the end of this, and I can see that the tips of my hair are stained red with the shit.
“Fucking children is a problem,” I say slowly, stabbing his other cheek. I can see his teeth as I rip the skin, angry at how quickly Mr. Domino died.
I wish he’d lasted longer, but I can already see a plan to ruin his legacy with his sons. All I have to do is let the truth set him free.
“I can’t help myself!” he screams. “Please just kill me.”
“Not yet,” I growl. “You stole my sister’s innocence, hurt her, and stole her from me. You’ll be paying for your boss's sins as well.”
I lose myself in torturing him and making him scream. It takes me entirely too long to realize that his stupid bitch of a wife is dead, so he gets the full brunt of my ire.
Turbis tells me all of his sins, including where Mr. Domino has been getting children for him to molest and rape. They range from the ages of seven to twelve, and my stomach does heave at that knowledge.
“Remano Auction is where he finds them,” Turbis gasps. “If they’re running low on inventory, he forces his employees to give me their children to play with. I have to promise to return them, and I’m unsure if the parents know why Mr. Domino is borrowing their children.”
“That’s fucking disgusting!” I scream. “There is a trail of children’s lives that you’ve ruined. I will make sure that my sister knows that your reign of depravity is at an end. Remano Auction won’t be in business for much longer. Who owns it?”
The next twenty minutes come and go as I pump him for information. Turbis is delusional with pain, so he doesn’t notice that Louisa is dead, and he spills all of his secrets to me, along with those of Pack Domino’s mafia outfit as well.
The list of sins is neverending, with Roberto being responsible for suicides, watching people fuck for money, blackmailing his people after getting them their most depraved desires, and more. Turbis was so insistent on finding Nova because Roberto was tired of waiting for him.
He had decided that he’d rather blackmail Turbis for his nasty little habit and throw him to the police if he didn’t find Nova and bring her to him. He was tired of waiting.
I also forced Turbis to tell me about Roberto’s behavior in the sack, and apparently he enjoys hurting omegas. That’s not a surprise from the way the alpha spoke to me today while he had me captive. His words were disgusting, and it’s not hard to believe that he would sell a child from a raped and traumatized omega.
Thankfully, the bastard is dead and he’ll never hurt anyone else like this again.
The front door splinters open, signaling that our time is at an end.
“Say hello to the devil for me,” I murmur, my knife ending his life with a slow slice through his carotid artery.
The spray covers me in blood, but I merely grin at him as the light leaves his eyes.
Turning, I stand to investigate who is at the door. The phone is still in my pocket, and I have to make a call before I’m finished here. My fingers are sticky with blood as it begins to dry, my least favorite thing about killing.
People pour through the door as I walk out of the living room, and I raise my brow as I recognize everyone.
“Is this all for little ole me?” I ask.
“Have you been redecorating the place?” Lars asks with a smirk. His gaze is worried as he looks me over, and I toss my knife away as I nod.
“How many of your fingers are broken?” Cian growls, his gaze narrowing on my swollen fingers. I don’t know how I was able to hold that knife for as long as I have as I glance down at them.
