Page 51 of Blood and Penance
I reluctantly let Phoenix go when she steps towards him.
“For a long time, I’ve despised you, Lio. But I never believed you would have stooped to raping me.”
“Rape?” He smiles again showing his bloody teeth. “You’re my wife. That delicious cunt between your legs belongs to me, sweetheart. There was no rape. I own you, Phoenix D’Amico. Mind, body, and soul. You will never be able to forget me.”
His laugh echoes through the room and rage twists in my gut. No matter what happens he believes he’s won. I’ll make sure every memory he’s left her with, will be replaced with new ones of me and our new life together. It will be like Lio D’Amico never existed.
“No matter what you believe, Lio, I’m not a weak woman. You may have taken what didn’t belong to you, but you will never take my spirit. Lorenzo, can you hand me your knife?”
Lorenzo walks over to her and places the large knife in her hands. Her attention slides back to Lio. He narrows his eyes at her when she steps closer to him. “You don’t have it in you to kill me, Phoenix.”
“I’ve tried once,” she says, holding the knife out in front of her. “So don’t be so sure.”
With a single swift motion, she severs his dick, the lifeless flesh dropping to the ground. Lio’s screams echo around the room as blood pours from his body, pooling on the floor at his feet.
“Don’t cry now.” She tilts her head as glee shimmers in her eyes. “You were so happy to stick your shit where it wasn’t wanted. How about I give you the same courtesy that you gave me?”
Leaning down, she carefully picks up his dick from the floor. “Open up,” she says.
Despite the pain, a grimace contorts his face as he purses his lips and shakes his head.
She grasps his nut sack with her free hand causing him to scream, then she shoves his severed dick in his mouth so far down his throat he starts to gag.
“There,” she calmly says, holding her hand against his mouth so he can't spit it out. “That doesn’t feel so good, does it?”
“He’s losing blood, baby,” I say. “Do you want him to bleed out, or do you want to finish him?”
She stands quietly for a moment, just watching Lio. I don’t know what’s going on in her head, but whatever her decision is, I’ll stand by her.
After a few more moments she stabs him in the stomach, then she twists the knife. She leaves the blade embedded in hisstomach and takes a step away from him. Lio squirms and tries to scream, but the sound is muffled.
“I hope you rot in hell,” she says. "I hope this hurts ten times more than what you've done to me."
We watch as blood continues to drain for him, as his body twitches, until he stops screaming and squirming when the life finally leaves him.
“You two get out of here,” Lorenzo says. “I’ll clean this up.”
“Thank you, Lorenzo,” I say. "For everything."
He nods, then I reach for her hand, and we walk out of the room.
When we step outside, I release her bloody hand and wrap her in my arms. It’s finally over. She leans her head against my chest, and I tighten my embrace. “I’m ready to go home and see our son.”
"Me too." I kiss the top of her head. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Thirty
Phoenix
One Month Later…
With my son under my roof, Seraphina getting better day by day, and Lio no longer breathing, I can move forward with my life. Now, the last unknown is Gianni.
I witness his daily struggle between faith and family, the internal conflict etched on his face. It’s a pain that breaks my heart because I feel guilty for causing that struggle.
He still seeks forgiveness for the things he’s done, but he doesn’t regret any of it. Not being with me intimately or taking the life of his father. We still fuck and if his father were still alive, he would kill him all over again if it meant keeping our son safe.
I plop down in the chair beside him, and he closes his Bible and sits it on the table, then taps his thigh. I laugh as I straddle his waist, facing him.
