Page 36 of Depraved Lust
“It’s just two questions, Louie, then we get to move on from this. You had a chance. You should’ve taken it.” I gave him a warning, and he chose to ignore it. Now he has to accept the consequences.
I nod at Tommy. “Get his hand.”
Tommy grabs Louie’s right arm, still holding the gun to his head. Louie’s quick to pull his arm away, but I dig my knife into his neck, slicing his skin to make a point of what will happen if he keeps this shit up.
He tries to speak into the rag, but it’s too late for that. I’ll give him a chance in a minute, once the screaming is over with. Louie’s got his fist balled, which is a bad move on his part. It would’ve only been one finger, but with them all bunched together, I slice into his middle finger and thumb as I cut off his pointer. Tommy struggles to keep the fucker’s wrist up as I cut his finger off and the dumb fuck screams into the rag.
I let the finger fall and the blood drip down onto the ground as I wipe my knife off on his jacket and push it up to his throat again. I choose a new spot, one an inch up from the first cut. “Stop your screaming,” I growl out as I push my fist deeper into his mouth. He whimpers in response, tears flowing down his cheeks as he cradles his arm in his hands.
I talk while I wait for him to calm down. “We have you on tape taking the product, so there’s no backing out of this one. You know it. There’s only one way out. You just tell me who you sold it to and where the money is, and it’s all over.”
He cries out something muffled by my hand, but I keep it there until he’s calm.
I hold his eyes and wait.
When I take my hand away, his body sags and he closes his eyes. “The Cullums, they bought it.”
“Did they know it was ours?” Tommy asks.
Louie shakes his head no.
“Where's the money, Louie?” I bet the fucker’s already spent it, but Tony couldn’t find it anywhere in his bank accounts.
“I gave it to my brother.” Hearing his confession makes my heart sink. I know his brother has a problem with alcohol. They both do. His brother’s also a gambler though. And that’s not a good combination. I nod my head and wait for him to look me in the eyes.
“You stole from us to get your brother out of debt?” I ask him and I see a flash of hope in his eyes. Like maybe that’ll save him. But it won’t. As he raises his head to speak, I stab the knife through his neck until it comes out the other side and quickly push it up toward his face, splitting his throat open. It’s a silent kill, efficient and quick.
Once his eyes glaze over and his hands fall to his side, I let him drop to the ground. I shake my head as Tommy dials up the crew to come clean this shit up.
He should’ve known better. No one fucks with us for a reason.
“Damn, Anthony. I need to practice with a knife.” I turn around to look at my brother. He’s looking at me the same way everyone always has. Like he fears me, because I do this shit without thinking twice and without feeling remorse. It’s simple. He had it coming. It had to happen. Catherine used to look at me like that too, only sometimes though in the beginning. Not anymore. She would if she knew I did this shit. If she really knew who I was. When people break the rules, they die. That’s just what happens. Just like my mother. I’ve come to terms with it long ago. I don’t get why everyone else gets so shaken up over it.
I don’t feel any different than I did when we walked back here. A little bit of a high on adrenaline, but I just want to get the fuck out.
Tommy says, “I don’t think I could do that shit.”
“Sure you could, anyone’s capable of it.” My words remind me of my kitten. Her patiently waiting for me and telling me all the things I want to hear. I don’t think she would ever hurt a fly. That’s just not the kind of person she is. But if she wanted to kill me, she could. I still expect it at some point. If I was her, I’d try to kill me. The thought makes my blood run cold. At some point she’s probably going to try to kill me.
“You alright?” Tommy asks. “It’s alright, Anthony. He had it coming to him.”
He had it coming to him. I bet that’s what she’s going to think when she gets the courage to try. I want to believe in her, but ever since that night with Vince, all I keep thinking is that I’m fucked up. That I was wrong. That this is destined to fail.
I school my expression and look at Tommy as I say, “Let’s get out of here.”
It’s late, but I need her right now. Even if my little kitten wants to sink her claws into me. Even if it’s all lies. Even if it’s completely fucked up. I want her.
21
Anthony
As soon as I put the keys on the table, I make a beeline for the door. I need to get to her. She could be lying to me; she could be gearing up for a fight. I don’t fucking know. But right now, I want her, and she’s ready to beg for me. I’m giving in. Whether it’s my dark needs and issues or something else causing this impulsive behaviour, I don’t give a fuck.
I go straight down to the basement. My steps are loud as fuck. I enter the code and swing open the door just in time to see her falling to her knees and breathing heavily. Her hair’s a mess, like she was sleeping when she heard me coming. I look past her at the bed, and I know that’s exactly what happened.
“You want me, kitten?” I walk to her with hard steps. “You still want to prove to me that you're mine?” I ask her.
“Yes, Anthony,” she responds with a deep need in her eyes. I run my hand down my face, knowing this is stupid as fuck. But I’m going to do it. I’m tired of questioning this shit, and I’m tired of waiting.
