Page 334 of Legacy
He grunts. Moans. Bleeds.
Good.
I want it to fucking hurt.
Because every crack of bone, every wet sound of flesh giving way—
It’s her scream.
It’s her body convulsing on that garage floor.
It’s the phone he stomped on. The taser he drove into her side.
The silence she was swallowed in.
“Where is she?” Nico asks from the shadows, voice flat. Controlled.
I can’t speak.
I’m too far gone.
I grab Gio’s chin and wrench it up. His face is mush beneath my fingers.
He tries to smile.
Fucking smiles.
“You’re going to get their demands, they’re going to call,” he slurs, blood threading from his teeth.
That’s what he keeps saying.
Over and over.
Like that’s supposed to comfort me. Like that’s enough.
My knuckles crash into his jaw.
A tooth goes flying. He chokes on blood.
I back up. Reach for the bat.
I’m not a man right now.
I’m Sinner. And Sinner knows no mercy.
“Piñata time, motherfucker.”
I swing.
The bat slams into his side with a crack so sharp even Nico flinches.
Again.
His body jerks, gasping like a dying animal.
“Say her name!”I snarl.
He doesn’t. So I swing again.
