Page 63 of Fragile Union

I smirk, that’s not a fucking bad idea. It’s something I’m good at, making them cry and pant as their skin comes from their bones. But no, this fucker is going to feel the pain as I break every motherfucking bone in his body.

I walk up to the asshole and crack my neck from side to side. This is going to be fun.

“It was that fucking whore. She never said the ginger bitch was your wife,” he spits, the smirk on his face further pissing me off.

Wickedly fast, my fist smashes into his ribs, I hear the crunch beneath my knuckles. Good. It’s begun. “That, you fucking piece of shit, is for putting your hands on my wife. You not only shot her, but beat her.”

“Bastardo,” he gasps in Spanish. “I’m going to enjoy killing that bitch, she’s pretty for a redhead. I wonder what she’d feel like when I fuck her.”

The fucking asshole is baiting me.

Lifting my leg, I bring it down against his shin and listen as he roars in agony. The bone no doubt shattered beyond repair. “You will not fucking touch my wife,” I hiss into his face. “She no longer exists for you.”

His eyes flash with anger. “Guilty conscience? This is all your fault, you’re the reason your wife was taken, why her family were slain.”

Guilty? No, I’m not. This isn’t my fault, far fucking from it.

“That’s where you are wrong. I didn’t lead the whore on, she knew the score from the get go.” Fuck, I’m not letting this prick get into my head. I’ve done nothing wrong. I have a past, something I’m grateful Holly doesn’t. I can imagine what I’d be like if someone else had her before me. I’d have to kill the fuck.

He snarls at me, “So you’ll kill me. What about that bitch?”

I smile. “Don’t worry about Georgina, she’s being dealt with as we speak.”

Melissa and Makenna haven’t finished with her ass yet. They have promised to wait until we’re back before killing her. I want to watch as that bitch realizes she’s going to die, be there when she takes her final breath, and have it so the very last thing she’ll see is my motherfucking smile.

I start the methodical torture. Starting with his pinky finger, I break all twenty-seven bones in his hand. Then I move onto the next. Each snap of the bone is music to my ears.

It takes me over an hour to break the majority of his bones. Every bone below his neck is broken, other than his spine. His cheekbones and nose are broken too.

He’s in insurmountable pain and I couldn’t care less. He deserves this. You don’t touch my wife. No fucking way.

My hand cups his nape, this is something I’ve left until close to the end. When he realizes what I’ve done, the fear is going to soak in. It’s going to claw its way up his body until he’s begging for me to end his life. It’s the reason I’ve left his jaw untouched. I want to hear him beg and plead.

I grip his head in my hands and twist with all my might, I hear the snap, and release instantly, his breathing shallow and his eyes wide. I chuckle, “Huh, what are you going to do now, Jose?” I mock him.

“What have you done to me?” It’s a harsh whisper, one that’s filled with pain and fear.

“You’re paralyzed,” I tell him with a smirk. “You were warned, asshole. This was not going to go well for you. Did you truly believe I’d give you an easy death? After what you did?” I scoff. “No fucking way. Now you get to live the rest of your life, paralyzed.”

His eyes widen. “No, please.”

Ah, there it is, the deep seated fear, the realization of what I have done has sunk in and he’s now pleading.

“Please what?” I demand.

“Don’t leave me like this.”

I blink, is he for real? “What would you have done to my wife had we not found her when we did?”

His lip quivers with fear, as he answers my question without uttering a single word.

“You would have killed her. So, tell me why should I get you help?”

He whimpers, “Please…”

I glance over at Denis and Danny, both of them smiling widely, and Denis nods his head. It’s time to end this fucking thing.

“No, you intended on taking her from me. You do not deserve to live.” I reach for the bat that Alessio somehow managed to get ahold of and let loose, the bat connects with his head three times before his skull collapses.

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