Page 134 of Poison Vows

My jaw drops to the floor.

Emmett’s posture is relaxed, his hand movements almost gentle as if he’s holding a paintbrush.

But just like back then when he was using Jackson’s blood to paint, he’s sawing off Senator Hughes’s wrists leisurely, gently, taking his sweet time… but I know the longer he takes, the more agony Senator Hughes is in… and that’s exactly his goal.

The cries that erupt are too much to bear, louder than the old chainsaw.

Melissa and my mother are both frozen in horror, with their eyes almost bulging out, mouths agape, but Emmett doesn’t care, nor does he stop.

After he’s done with one hand, he proceeds to saw off Senator Hughes’s other hand, still taking his time to jaggedly leave a mess that even if Senator Hughes is rushed into surgery, they’d never be able to attach his hands back.

It’s a ruthless act done in the most disciplined manner.

Blood splatters onto Emmett’s face like a scene out of a gory movie, but his icy expression doesn’t waver.

Hell, he doesn’t even look like he feels it.

He just simply and directly mutilates the man that just slapped me.

Then, as if it’s a split-second decision, Emmett runs the jagged blade across Senator Hughes’s chest, creating the bloodiest pool of fleshy bits mixed with clothes. It’s horrifying!

When the machine is cut off, only the wretched cries of agony from the mutilated man remain.

Emmett drops the chainsaw right beside the crying man writhing on the ground.

Everyone stares at Emmett in shock.

“My apologies,” Emmett starts softly, not at all winded or perturbed by what he just did. “I usually have these nitty-gritty matters handled by my men, but you, Senator Hughes, you’re a person of interest to me. I had to show you the courtesy you deserve.”

A rush goes through me when I realize that Emmett is in fact extremely livid right now.

“Y-you!” Senator Hughes screams and cries, foaming at the mouth. Emmett smirks.

“Senator, why don’t we play your favorite game ofquid pro quo?” he says instead.

He picks up one of the sawed-off hands, dangles it like it’s disgusting, then in a move that makes Beverly and Melissa scream the roof off, Emmett leans down and slaps Senator Hughes’s face so hard, the sound is louder than the clap of lightning.

He just slapped the man across the face with his own sawed-off hand!

Not once, but he does it five times in quick succession, with each blow louder and harder than the one before.

Jesus…

I notice Grandpa Armando doesn’t even bat an eye as he watches this.

Scarlet isn’t moved at all.

But I notice Angelo has moved to the very back, while Giovanni is slowly reaching for something at his side, but all eyes are on Emmett’s bloody figure as Senator Hughes’s cries reach an unbearable level.

Emmett just reduced Senator Hughes from his highly respected persona to nothing more than a wretchedly mutilated, bleeding, crying man who looks just as pathetic as Emmett said he was, if not more.

It’s insane.

I’ve always known that Emmett and the boys know how to unalive, but up to this point in our lives, I’d never seen any of them in action.

“W-what did you just do? He’s running for president!” Senator Hughes’s father rushes forward, his face ashen and distressed with shock, but he’s blocked by another pair of tall, tough men who push him back, and he falls onto his bottom in shock.

Emmett doesn’t spare him a glance, or at anyone for that matter.

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