Page 119 of Fall into Savagery

I pulled out my knife.

His body swung as he struggled to get away.

“I’m s-sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry. Haven’t I suffered enough from your h-hands?”

The images of the boy he killed flashed through my head.

For some stupid reason, that boy’s face was replaced by Dmitriy and Konstantin’s.

My fists clenched at my side, and I tried to shove away the intrusive thoughts.

I shook my head. “Not even close.”

I didn’t know how many children had been victimized by him, but I knew that little boy hadn’t been his first.

And I was going to have my fucking fun. I was going to make him feel the terror and pain those kids felt tenfold.

I was out for fucking blood.

Nikolay looked at the broom in the corner.

His favorite torture device. A simple tool, yet extremely effective in the right hands.

Luca cried.

“Please. Just kill me already.”

His tears seeped in with his blood. I wondered if he would have cried so much if he knew what the sight of his tears did to me.

They didn’t just call me a psychopath for no reason.

I had long ago forgotten what it felt like to be human.

Catalina, my brothers, and now, the boys were the only reason I hadn’t plunged into savagery.

They were why I was still somewhat of a functional man.

But this bastard took something from me.

He took something from the woman I love.

The fact that Catalina always looked at us as if she was afraid she might lose one of us whenever we walked out the door did something to me.

“Not yet,” I said calmly. I smiled at him, reveling in the tremors that wracked his broken body. “The fun’s just begun.”

* * *

We got homea little after three. There was a small washing area in the restaurant, which we made use of and cleaned up as much as possible before changing into new clothes and bringing the old ones, along with Luca’s body, to a crematorium center to get disposed of.

A clean team was already at the restaurant, and by the time they finished, that place would be clean enough—I smiled—to eat in.

The restaurant would be back to normal operating hours tomorrow morning.

Another thing to check off my list.

Nikolay was the one to put in the final blow, but Luca was holding on within an inch of his life by that point.

I had his blood covering my hands then, painting them red.

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