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“You fucking asshole! You cut off my hand!” Buzz screams, hopping around in his seat as blood squirts from his severed hand.

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson,pezzo di merda.” Carlos grunts, swiping the blade across Buzz’s other hand.” Buzz screams while Carlos laughs, licking Buzz’s blood from his blade.

A katana blade to be exact.

The curved, single-edged blade with a circular guard and long grip to wrap both hands around glistens under the light, shining bright with blood.

“Just fucking kill me!” His screams fill the room, echoing off the walls, bringing me a fraction of satisfaction, but it’s still not enough.

“I hear you like to take things that don’t belong to you, and that you like to stick yourpiccolo cazzoin places it doesn't belong.” Carlos asks, circling around Buzz like the caged animal he is. “Answer me!”

“Yes! I fucking do! Please, just end this.” Buzz begs.

Carlos throws his head back and begins to laugh. “I saw her body, and can only imagine what you did to her, and I’m going to make youwishyou’d never done that.” He cuts the rope binding Buzz’s hands while kicking the chair out from under him.

He’s too weak to do anything but moan and groan from the cold floor. Carlos quickly jerks him up and tosses him face down on the table in the center of the room. I know what’s about to happen, and I’m not sure if I want to be a witness to it or not.

Carlos begins cutting Buzz’s clothes off, exposing his naked body. “Hey, man, wh-what are you doing?”

“Showing you how she felt as you stole her innocence.” Buzz begins to fight, but he’s no match for Carlos who outweighs him by a hundred and fifty pounds.

“No! You can’t do that!” He squirms, trying to move away, but it’s no use. He’s gonna get what he deserves.

“Ican’t do this? What makes it okay for you to do it, huh,maiale? That’s what’s wrong with boys these days, you don’t know how to be fucking men, and you can’t handle being told no. I’m the teacher, and by the end of this lesson… You’ll learn that no means mother fucking no!” He grunts, shoving the end of a baton up his ass.

Where the fuck did that come from, I’ll never know, nor will I ask.

“Oh God, oh God, make him stop, please!” Buzz screams a blood-curdling scream.

“God has turned his back on you because you did not repent. I am your God now.” His torture goes on for what seems like hours.

Unable to take much more, I leave Carlos there, with the biggest smile on his face as he continues. At first, Capone just stood off to the side, watching, but soon after, he also joined in with Carlos.

Just as I make it back to my office, my phone starts to ring. Reaching in my pocket, I pull it out to see Ivy’s name flash across the screen.

“Marrone Dolce, what’s wrong?”

Her frantic voice leaks into my ears, “Abel, I think the baby’s coming.” That is not what I expected to hear.

“Where are you?”

“Home. I-I think my water broke.” She sniffs, and I can tell she’s been crying.

“Don’t cry,Marrone Dolce,I’m on my way. Is anyone there with you?”

“No, I’m home alone. Foxy and Ginger left maybe thirty minutes ago, I tried calling her but she’s not answering. I tried calling Cam and Travis, but it goes straight to voicemail. I left messages, but Abel, I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in less than five minutes.” I promise, plugging one of my air pods in my ear so I can stay on the phone with her. “Stay with me.”

“Okay, oh fuck!” She yells.

“Ivy, what’s wrong?”

“I think that was a contraction.”

“How long have you been feeling that? How far apart are they?”

“I have no idea, Abel. I’m not one of those women that took any classes or read any books on birth or motherhood. I’m literally winging the shit outta this shit.” She barks.

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