Page 19 of Devious
“Carry this bastard to the table,” I tell Damien and Max, who are standing on the outside of the cell. They both slowly untie his hands and feet. Max grabs his hands and Damien his feet, and they stroll to the back of the dungeon. Damien straps the leather belt across his legs, and Max cuffs his arms to the metal table.
“Grab the saw,” I say. Aiden clutches the electric saw from the closet and plugs it into the wall. I grab the other one and plug it up to the outlet.
“You’re going to tell me where Cashel is, or we’re going to cut off all your limbs,” I tell the hit man.
“I don’t know.”
“Suit your fucking self.” I put on a pair of goggles and a face mask, then a full-on clear plastic suit. Aiden does the same as I tap the On button and the sound of the saw blares to life. Aiden and I begin to slice through his arms. I feel his bones vibrating as the machine cuts through his flesh. The sound of the saw drowns out his screams. Blood squirts all over my suit. I’ve never cut a person in half, and the feel of his warm blood everywhere on me is satisfying.
I hit the Off button. The hit man’s face turns white as snow and his lips purple. “Again, where is Cashel?”
His eyes roll to the back of his head, he’s losing a lot of blood. He needs to talk fast before we lose him.
“M-Matteo Rizzo.” His voice is hoarse.
Matteo is my cousin. He was exiled from thefamigliabecause his nonno killed mine. So, Draco slaughtered his wholefamiglia.
“Why would he know where he is?” I ask.
“He buys drugs from him,” he answers.
“I’ll pay him a visit.”
“Are you sure?” Aiden asks.
I nod. “He’ll talk to me.”
“If you say so.”
Aiden hasn’t been fond of trying to make things work with Matteo. My brother holds grudges worse than I do. I glance down at the hit man as the life leaves his eyes.
“Let’s cut up the rest of the body, then dump it on the Irish territory,” I say.
I click the saw back on, cutting off his head. It falls to the floor, and I pick it up, resting it next to his body. Once we finish sawing his body, we wrap the pieces in plastic.
Removing the plastic bodysuit, I toss it in the trash. “Get Charlotte to clean the blood up. I have some business to take care of.”
Roselyn
Ican’t take being in this room any longer, watching TV all day, so I came up with a plan to speak to Devious. I haven’t spoken to him since our wedding night, and I keep finding myself waking up and falling asleep, and it’s the same thing all over again today.
I stare out of the window and it’s dawn. The sky bleeds orange and yellow, and the sun is high in the air. At least I can step outside onto the balcony and smell the crisp air, so that’s what I do. I lean against the balcony. Looking down, I spot Devious speaking to Aiden as they stand next to each other. Devious says something about a meeting this morning, and Aiden glances up and smiles at me, but I don’t return it. Devious follows his line of view, and he looks back at his brother.
Suddenly, I feel embarrassed for spying, so I quickly go back to the room and sit on the bed. I grab the remote from the nightstand, flip through Hulu to find something to watch, to start off my boring day. I haven’t come up with a grand plan to escape this hellhole yet, but I will.
The door opens, Devious standing in the doorway with a tray of food in his hand. He wears an expensive dark suit that hugs his body, and my cheeks burn at the sight of him.
He eyes me up and down, sets the tray on to the dresser, and he turns on the balls of his feet, heads to the door, not speaking to me. I don’t know why it bothers me, because maybe I don’t want to have anything to do with him anyways.
“Wait,” I blurt out.
He stops in his tracks, but doesn’t turn to look at me. The guilt of trying to kill him burns in my chest.
I really thought he was going to abuse me. Why wouldn’t he? All of the mafia men are abusive.
“I’m sorry.” The words rush out. “I’m sorry for trying to kill you on our wedding night. Please don’t leave me locked up in this room.”
He turns back around, rolls up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, and I watch the veins under his tan skin.
