Page 31 of UnWholly Angels
Stalking slowly in the bathroom, I watched as he washed his hands. He knew I was here by the change in pitch. That whistle still haunted my dreams and whipped me back into a memory I’d rather forget. Today would be the last time anyone ever had to hear it again. Still, he continued, turning my way to raise a brow. Even uglier up close, God, I did a number on him.
“I’ve come with a message, that’s all. Then you can return to being the golden boy.” He mocked, taking time to grab a paper towel from the machine. All he was doing at this point was prolonging the inevitable.
“You’re funny. It’s cute you thought you were leaving here alive.” I seethed. “You know, in my time away, I had a lot of time to think, and something always puzzled me.”
I took a step forward, and he visibly swallowed. He fucking should. He was way smaller than me, sitting at a whopping five foot ten at most. I was straining against my pants, thinking of all the ways I could end his life right here, right in this dirty ass bathroom. They weren’t scared of me back then. Now, I’d imagine he was pissing his pants, seeing how strong I’d become, how I have no remorse for what I was about to do.
“Do tell. Wait, what do they call you again, Angel? Pathetic,” he instigated.
“Your brother is a piece of shit, and I fully believe he had a hand in beating her, but you–” I said, punching him square in the throat. He went down to his knees, and I continued. “You are a sleazy motherfucker. She trusted you because you fed her crumbs and promises of protection, listening to your bullshitbecause you ‘can’t choose your family.’ Boo fucking hoo. Why do you think she was never out of my sight? That’s how I know you’re the one who raped her that night. I knew it in her reaction, how hard she cried when you tried to go near her.”
His hands flew to his throat, and I was already relishing in the justice that was going to be dealt here tonight. I kicked toward Lorenzo's head and it connected with the porcelain sink. His eyes going wide as he hit the floor, momentarily paralyzed from the strike. His body twitched on the ground as I pressed my foot into the middle of his spine, placing pressure. Just like he did tome.
“Eye for an eye, right? I mean, it’s only fair that I finish the job, you took away my life. Now, I’m going to take yours.” I laughed maniacally, releasing him.
“On your knees,” I demanded. Swaying back and forth as he rose to his knees, he spat at my feet. I fisted the back of this shirt, steadying his body.
Lorenzo laughed dangerously, and my jaw clenched, rage eating away at me as he spoke. “She cried for you. Did you know that? You couldn’t save her then, and what they have planned for her, for both of you—”
Before he had time to finish, my sweaty hands dove in, digging around his eye socket to sever any connection he had with that shiny glass eye. “First, I'm going to rip your eye right out of the socket. Kinda hard to assault someone without the ability to see what you’re attacking.” And I did just that.
Reaching into my pants to grab my athletic cup, I shoved it in his mouth to keep him quiet. Half laughing to myself, I sweated like a pig today, yet it still wouldn’t be as foul as what he did to her. Pulling at the nerve and muscle, he screamed, and a mix of blood and sweat poured down his face as it detached. “How do I taste?”
His garbled cries and moans of pain didn’t change a thing. I knelt, gripping his locks and whispered lowly in his ear. “Now, I’m going to fuck you in that newly created hole. Tonight, I’m going to show you exactly why they call me King.”
It was just a threat, but there were no rules to torture, and that was exactly why I’d fuck with him instead. Staying true to my word, I rose, and my hand moved to the waistband of my sweats, running my hand along my shaft and jerking off to the pain I was inflicting. It wasn’t anything less than what was deserved. “I don’t need to hide behind a mask, Lorenzo. I want my face to be the last thing you see before you burn in fucking hell.”
His scream only spurred me forward, pulling my cock out and slowly inching toward his destroyed eye socket. He was pleading, crying for me to stop, so I asked him a question. It wouldn’t save his life, but I’d get the confession. “Did Maya tell you to stop? When she cried, did you stop?”
I ripped out the cup, waiting for an answer inches from his face. He reeked of fear, and it was disgusting. “She fucking begged me too, okay! I’m sorry!” He screamed.
“It’s a little too late for sorry. For your honesty though, I'll be nice and make it quick.”
I wasn’t a monster, and quite frankly, didn't want anything he was probably carrying anyway. My hips pushed forward, and pulled back, rubbing over his cheek teasingly. It was the psychological torture that gave me satisfaction. With a breathy laugh, I pulled back and tucked my dick back in my pants. Reaching in my pocket to grab my phone, I used my bloody fingers to tap on the photo icon as I made my way behind him, my hand never leaving his hair as I heard shallow puffs of air leave his mouth. I could lie too. Pressing a kiss to his sweating, tear-stained cheek, I snapped the photo. I wouldn’t be caught dead kissing the other side. Gross. No way in hell I would mess up my handsome face with the blood of a rat.
Click.
“Aw, we look like best friends here,” I said gruffly, admiring the selfie. At this point, I could only assume Maya was safe for the time being, though I couldn’t rid myself of the knots in my stomach. This needed to be put to bed.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I repeatedly bashed Lorenzo’s head into the sink until I heard a sickening crack and dropped him to the floor in a bloody heap. He was dead, and there was one less rapist piece of shit in the world.
Grabbing Rocco’s number from his brother's phone, I made sure to smash it after, banging it against the ground until it was a heap of plastic and metal.
Fuck.The man reflected in the bathroom mirror looked nothing like me. Red streaks lined my face in patches and coated my hands, but I could wait to clean up, hoping that a couple of the guys could help deal with this before the real staff found him.
Opening up the text app, I sent Rocco a nice message with a laugh and walked from the bathroom with a slight eye twitch.
Me
Image sent
Looks like baby brother couldn’t handle keeping an EYE on me
Ratface
I’m going to enjoy killing you, or maybe I’ll put a bullet through her head and make you watch as the light leaves her eyes.
Are you still scared of the dark, Riley?
