Page 151 of Crazed

The heat burns from my throat to my gut. I pick up a brush, and Luca passes me a mask. I put it on then dip it in the deck stain. I step in front of Leo, and all the rage I've felt since learning what he did to my dolce burns hotter than the alcohol.

He swallows hard, clenching his jaw, but his legs are now shaking as badly as his arms. I drag the stain over his top lip so he'll have no choice but to inhale the deadly fumes all night. He winces and coughs, his face turning red. I grab his hair, yank his head back, and he spits at me.

I duck the wad of saliva and slap him. "You motherfucker. You can't even spit correctly."

He tries again, but it's weak since he's still trying to find fresh air. I dodge another wet ball of phlegm and tug his head to the point if I go any farther, I'll break his neck.

"Easy. We wouldn't want this to end too soon," Dante cautions.

I make a mental note to stay in control so I don't make a mistake I regret. I hold my hand behind me and order, "Give me the bigger brush."

Someone hands me the one-inch wide one soaked in the harsh chemicals. I lean over Leo, trailing the brush down his bare chest and torso until I reach his pelvis. He tries to spit again, but it's a sad gag. I murmur, "When you raped and threatened to kill my wife, you chose your fate." I barely touch his flaccid cock with the bristles.

"Don't!" he chokes out.

Even though I'm wearing the mask, I need to get some fresh air from the fumes. The combination of my adrenaline and the stain is making me slightly dizzy. Yet, I'm unable to step back. I snort then stab his lower region with the brush. He winces, which only makes me giddy. I coat his lower abdomen, cock, and balls with several layers of stain.

His face contorts, and his lower body squirms. When his lower extremities are a redwood color, I step back, needing the distance for a moment from the harsh scent. I stand next to where the others are watching. It's a tiny area that's well ventilated for these situations. Cool air blows above me, and another vent is suctioning out the fumes.

Tristano steps next to me. He crosses his arms and scowls at Fat Tony, stating, "I'm still debating what to do with this fat fuck. I'm leaning toward the pizza cutter."

I grunt, pull my mask down, and tilt my head toward the ceiling where the fresh air is coming out. Then I hand Tristano a brush and reiterate, "We can use it later."

He studies Fat Tony further but finally takes the brush and puts his mask on.

I replace mine, dip my small brush in more stain, then move back in front of Leo. I ask, "Did you know your skin is your body's largest organ? Whatever you put on it gets absorbed. Right now, your kidneys and liver are trying to fight the toxins." I take the brush, grab his hair, and yank his head back.

Leo tries to fight, but his body only flails against the restraints. The sound of liquid dripping on the concrete floor hits my ears, and I glance over at Fat Tony. Piss pools at his feet.

Tristano slaps him hard, shouting, "Fat slob. You can't even keep control of your own body."

"Please. You have it wrong," Fat Tony claims.

"Oh yeah? How's that?" Tristano asks.

He roars, "I'm not an Abruzzo."

Leo's face scrunches tighter. He chokes out, "Motherfucker."

"So you haven't been spending time at the Abruzzo whorehouse?" Tristano seethes. If there's one thing Marinos can't stand, it's how crime families like the Abruzzos force women to work in their whorehouses.

Fat Tony's eyes widen. He shakes his head. "No!"

Luca steps forward and plays a video on his phone. "So that's not you?"

Fat Tony's stomach rolls begin to shake. The color in his face drains as he watches the video.

"For every lie you tell, I'm extending your life by five minutes," Tristano warns.

Luca demands, "Now, I want to know—"

"Shut your mouth," Leo threatens.

I laugh. "Or what? You'll hurt him? Kill him? Have you not realized you no longer have any power?"

He tries to spit at me again, but it only dribbles down his cheek.

"Piece of shit," I mutter, then slide the smaller brush up his nostril.

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