Page 78 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
I throw his eyeball to the floor as blood starts to run down his face. "Now, I'm going to kill my brother and after that, I'll get to you. I want you to watch what kind of killer you made." I turn around and face my brother. "Now, with you, I want to make you feel what you made Jane feel."
Andrew's eyes widen again, and he shakes his head and I just smile at him. He has no clue what I'm going to do with him.
I pull him up so that he can stand. I take off his pants as he screams and tries to pull away from me.
Once his hands are gone, I look up at him. "You should have never fucking touched her bro," I say before taking my knife and slicing off his dick making him fall back to the floor.
His screams are all I hear along with a small gasp from my father.
I flip the knife in my hand before shoving it in his ass.
"I'm going to make you wish you were fucking dead in a few minutes," I say as Andrew screams and begs for mercy. Andrew fights against me as I move the knife in and out of him. "That’s what Jane felt, Andrew."
I leave my knife in his ass and grab another one to start skinning his body.
I cut off Andrew's fingers, skinning his face to the point where he looks unrecognizable. I don't know how many times I punch him or cut him with my knife in random places all over his body.
Blood is all over the floor, and I am covered in Andrew.
He is so gone to the point where I think he is dead. But I hear his wheezes and see his chest moving up and down.
One more thing to put him over the edge.
Andrew still has the knife inside him. During this entire torture, I kept that thing in his ass. I was just going to skin him alive, but he needed to be taught a lesson.
Fuck him.
I walk up to him and hold my knife against his throat.
He took her fucking voice away.
"God Andrew, if I could go down to hell with you I would. I would go simply just to torture you forever for what you did. You're lucky I'm not killing myself after this is all over because I swear, I would be your personal hell, Andrew. I have a girl to take care of because of you so I'll save the rest of my torture for another life. I'm not quite done with this one."
I thrust my knife into his throat and the next thing I know, Andrew Valentino is dead.
I keep my knife inside his throat as I stand up and look down at him.
"I didn't think you'd do some shit like that." I hear my father say.
"That's what happens when you mess with someone like Jane. I'd kill every person on this planet if she would ask me to."
"I never knew you would be such a softie Rowan."
I finally look at my father; he still has blood on his face. I walk toward him and undo his cuffs.
"I want to make this quick. I have a phone call to take after this and then I’m going to Jane's house."
He falls to the ground and a weak smile is present on his face. "Who are you calling?"
"I don't think you've ever met him before." I grab the gun out of my waistband and check the magazine. "He is your son after all."
"Not surprised, I have so many. How do you know him?"
"Ace De Luca. Gave me his contact information and life story basically."
After I left Jane's room, I saw Ace in the kitchen and I was about to ignore what he had to say but then he said that I would want to hear about my little brother.
He is currently eighteen and living in Utah with his adoptive family. He is a fighter and doing stupid things with his life right now. He doesn't need me now, but he will soon.
