Page 166 of Unravelling The Beast

"Kill him, you fucking pussies! You respond to me, not that cunt Ghost! It's an order!"

The next person to speak out is Ashton.

"We're sorry, Charles, but rules are rules, and we can't go against either the code or Ghost."

His wide, anxious eyes catch mine swiftly, and I smirk as I stroll forward, my chin raised in confidence, while concealing my gun in the back of my pants.

I climb to the table's edge before sprinting across it, causing it to tremble and vibrate beneath me.

I jump and pounce on top of him as soon as he gets close enough, forcing his chair to fall backward onto the floor, and as I straddle his waist, I punch the living shit out of his face.

My gripped fists collide with his old skin, easily splitting it and causing it to bleed and gash. I don't stop for what feels like an eternity, each blow loaded with a different kind of wrath and resentment.

I let out every ounce of fury on him. For me, Bridge, Cree, Wren, my mom, and everybody else, he's damaged and would want a fucking piece of him.

When my arms become weak, I rise off him while breathing heavily and spit on his unrecognizable face.

I turn to face the men who have gathered to see my horrific rampage, and I speak breathlessly through clamped teeth.

"Get him the fuck up and strapped into the chair."

I wipe my bleeding knuckles on my shirt as I observe them hoist and tie him to the chair, barely conscious, and I stand straight as I speak decisively while looking around.

"I'm about to set a fucking example of what New York should and will become. We don't tolerate disloyalty in its most severe forms.”

“We don't assassinate family members for the sake of wealth and fucking power. We never hurt those we claim to love. We operate as one and are never behind each other's fucking backs! Let this serve as a fucking warning to everyone about what Arlo Hayes will do to you if he finds you doing such things in his city."

I grab my knife from my back pocket and wrap my fingers around it before bringing it out and flicking it open. I approach him till I'm in front of him, then use my knife to sever every button on his shirt before stepping behind him.

I grab a handful of his sweaty, bloodied hair and pull back as forcefully as I can, making eye contact with all the Elites before glancing down at my dazed father. When I set my blade to his forehead and press it beneath his flesh, he lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

His body shakes uncontrollably as I glide it down his face, ignoring his screams while I cut through his muscle tissue down his face, neck, chest, and back up until the blade re-joins where I started on his forehead.

As I stand in front of him, I toss my bloodied blade to the ground and extend my hands out, curling the tips of my fingers beneath his skin on his forehead, and begin to peel it away from his facial muscles.

The cries that leave him are as satisfying as I continue to tear the skin away until his face, neck, and chest are entirely exposed and he is skinned.

As I speak coldly, I stare at his exposed face, red, bloodied tendons, and his bold eyeballs, which only stare into mine.

"You've only just met the monstrosity you created, and it's such a shame it had to be this way."

I reach for my gun from the back of my pants and aim at him, a sinister grin spreading across my lips.

"See you in hell, Charles."

I pull the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet blasts into his face, causing his chair to fly backward and blood to splatter up the walls behind him.

I close my eyes briefly as I drop my gun beside me and exhale a weak breath, feeling relieved that the fucker is finally dead. When I've gathered myself, I slowly turn around to face everyone who has watched the show and stand tall before swiftly lifting my gun without warning and pressing the trigger on James, then switching to Ashton on the opposite side of me to shoot and killhim as well.

I look around the room at everyone as their bodies fall to the floor and lower my gun, tossing it onto the table in front of me as I speak.

"Snakes have no place in New York, gentleman.You're either with me or against me. Choose wisely. Have a great rest of your day."

All eyes are on me as I walk past them and out of the room without saying anything else.

The fresh morning air meets my hot, sticky skin as soon as I leave the building, and I stop to inhale deeply with my eyes closed and my head thrown back.

As I expected, anguish fills my already hollow heart, pouring through the holes that already lie there, and a tear escapes my eye and runs down my face. I sniffle as I lift my head and open my watery eyes before crossing the street towards the car with legs that feel like lead.

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