Page 59 of Innocence
“Shit Enzo, calm down.”
“Fuck you, Jackson,” I snarled over my shoulder. Bastard had my arm in his grip, preventing me from pounding Carmine. “Stop sticking up for him.”
Jackson’s arm flexed with the effort it took to hold me back. All I could see was Carmine’s blood on my hands. Oozing through my fingers, as I stared down at his lifeless body.
“No one’s sticking up for me,” Carmine chuckled, further enraging me. “You want to take a shot at me Enzo, go for it.”
“Shut the fuck up, Carmine,” Jackson growled, while trying to pull me away from our brother.
I was so far beyond giving a fuck what Jackson thought. If that meant I’d have to hit him, so be it.
“Careful Jackson,” Carmine sang while smiling at me, “Our brother looks ready to pop.”
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “You want to fucking die?”
Carmine shrugged, “I’m not afraid of it.”
We’ll see about that.
With my free arm, I reached down, grabbed my gun from my side, and pulled the trigger. Jackson jumped, pushing me against my desk and making my shot go wild.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Enzo!” Carmine yelled over the loud bang echoing through the air.
Jackson snarled back at him, “Get the fuck out, Carmine.”
“Fuck you, Jackson. He tried to shoot me.”
But I wasn’t paying attention to my brothers. My eyes were focused on the computer monitor, and the face I could now see.
Son of a bitch.
While my brother’s argued, I plucked the phone off my desk and called Jerome, my right hand man. He answered almost immediately.
“Boss?”
“Bring Joe Schneider to the cellar. I have a few questions for him.” Like why the fuck he was talking to Gregor outside my office.
“Come on, Joe,”I dragged my knife across his cheek, digging it in when I hit his cheekbone. “You can end this.”
Joe gurgled and coughed up blood as more poured down his face from the fresh wound. He claimed that Gregor was asking him about the new slave.
I scanned his bruised and broken body, and then looked at my hands. Covered in blood and scratches from pounding on him. There was a high chance he was telling the truth.
I spent the last two hours taking out my hatred for Carmine on him. It started with the standard beating. After which I moved on to breaking bones. He’d never walk again, if he survived at all.
Jerome left when I started carving him up. Now it was just me and Joe. Or what was left of him.
“I swear,” Joe stuttered through a gurgle, “I don’t know anything.”
I was pretty confident he didn’t. When I mentioned the missing money, he didn’t look scared, like a guilty person would. He looked surprised. Still…
I glanced down at the spatters of blood he coughed on my shirt.
I liked this shirt.
“Enzo?”
Great. Jackson was here.
