Page 73 of Rise To Power

“Fucking hell.” Carmine moved the table to protect his food as the man coughed, spraying more blood across the room. “We’re not going to get any answers out of him now. He can’t talk without a fucking tongue.”

“No tongue, and no dick, so no use to you either,” Stef said to Giada.

“Fuck you.”

“Nah, I’ll remain the only Bruno you haven’t fucked.”

Words spoken casually but made my gut clench. The comment pulled like a frayed thread on a tapestry. My gaze narrowed on Giada. “There had better be more than one you haven’t fucked.”

Not only had she not fucked Stefano, but I had another brother. My thoughts went to Orlando, too young, too full of testosterone for his own fucking good.

As if she could read my thoughts, she stared hard into my eyes, and whispered to me. “We can talk about who I’ve fucked after you find out why I’m never going to fuck the man I loved again.”

“Shit,” Stefano cursed and backed away fromCastoro. Blood gurgled and flowed from his mouth. A river of blood and fluids ran down his legs, soaked his clothes, and dripped onto the floor. His body convulsed, and his eyes stared blankly into nothing.

I pulled a chair over to the man still sitting. “Your associate isn’t going to be able to answer my questions.”

“My brother,” he said with his head bowed.

I flicked an invisible speck from my trousers as I leaned back in the chair. “My condolences on your loss.”

“Fuck you.”

“You fucked me when you killed my father.” I leaned toward him. “If you’d like to keep your mother from seeing her son’s mutilated body displayed on her dining room table, I suggest you answer my questions.”

He shook his head as if waging a war with his thoughts.

“I understand loyalty. I understand anger.” I spun the lion head ring on my finger. “What I don’t understand is why your boss would make a hit on my father. Our families have enjoyed an amenable association.”

“I won’t betray my boss.”

Allegra had asked if I used a gun to get what I wanted. The answer then and now was that I’d use whatever was necessary.

“I’m dead anyway,” he said. “Do your fucking worst.”

Carmine was on him in a flash, prying open his mouth. He thrashed on the chair as Stefano stuffed the bloody, severed cock into his mouth.

He gagged. Stefano held his mouth closed. Lifting from the chair, I stood over him. Tears streamed from his eyes. He choked, grunting, and heaving.

Stefano cut off his nasal airway. His eyes glazed over, and he gagged on a swallow.

Giada prayered her hands against her lips. She didn’t utter a word.

“I’ll send your brother in pieces to your mother, and I’ll deliver you to your boss.” I stepped back. Stefano rejoined Carmine at the table.

My gun was heavy in my hand, the rubber caressed my palm, and the trigger was smooth against my finger. Lifting my arm, I pointed my gun at his head. I inhaled through my nose. Heat rushed through my veins with the intoxication of reaping vengeance.

“Fuck you—”

I pulled the trigger.

Giada jumped, the ricochet of sound blasting through the room. Blood and brains sprayed the wall behind him. His body slumped in the chair.

I turned around. “How can you eat after that?”

Stefano perched on the edge of the table, smiled, and chomped a fry in half. “Killing makes me hungry. I’d rather eat pussy, but since she’s the only cunt in the room, I’m eating these.”

“Get a clean-up crew in here. Deliver dickless to his mother. Wrap this one up. We’ll deliver him to Adami. You have an hour.”

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