Page 61 of Bleed
Thirty-Four
It’s beautiful watching Allie’s eyes grow heavy as she continues to sling curses and slurs at me. To anyone around us, thanks to the fact that she has a very colorful drink in her hand, it appears as if she’s just becoming drunk, but I know better. I’m the bearer of the poison that’s going to make her unable to fight back. I do, after all, need to make my lady happy. When she teeters on her stool and reaches out to steady herself on my shoulder, I know it’s time.
“Come on sweetheart, let me help you up.” I say to her loud enough that the people surrounding us at the bar think I’m helping her.
Little do they know that I’m not helping, I’m hurting, fuck I’m not even hurting, I’m murdering her right in this club.
“You’re not going to help me.” She slurs, her speech becoming hard as her lips stop working, and a string of drool runs from the corner of her mouth.
“Sure I am honey.”
She has no other choice but to lean on me as I lift her from her barstool and pull her into my arms. Her body is losing the battle with the tetrodotoxin, and there’s no way she’ll be able to walk, let alone climb steps on her own.
With a small grunt, I sweep her off her feet and hold her like a baby, earning a bunch of “awwws” from the women around us thinking that I’m her white knight carrying her away. It makes me laugh inside like a maniac, while I quietly smile on the outside.
“Where…”
“Shhh, I’ve got you.” I say as I turn from the bar with her in my arms and walk to the staircase leading upstairs. “Don’t try and talk, you’ll need your strength in a little bit.”
People move out of our way and give me polite nods as I carry her up the steps and down the catwalk that overlooks the rest of the club below. I can see everything down there, including Dani dancing away in a circle of hungry men that eye her like predators. It’s not her I worry about though, it’s them. Heaven forbid one of them actually touch her, they won’t make it out of here alive and not by my doing.
While I can watch the first floor, no one can see up, the mirrored walls and one way glass make it private and secluded up here with just the illusion of being watched, and it’s perfect for what I’m about to do.
“Here you go sweetheart.” I chuckle as I drop Allie unceremoniously onto her ass on the floor.
Her ginger hair falls in her face, covering the scattering of freckles on her nose, and as I stand above her, looking down on her like she’s a rag doll propped up in the corner, I wonder how her and her brother and sister all look so different. The only thing she has that is similar to Dani is the bright blue eyes that could pierce right through your soul.
I wonder if that’s why no one ever put them together as siblings.
With her incapacitated and at my mercy, I’m going to take my time with her, and I sit in front of her crisscross applesauce and just stare at her for a while, wondering where she went wrong, or what happened in her life to make her as evil as her uncle. I’d ask her, but I doubt she’d be able to answer me now.
“Oh Alison, such a pitiful ending to your young life. If only you had been a better person. But alas, you’ve met the Reaper, just like everyone else in your family.” I say to her as I lean forward and slide my knife out of the sheath in the back on my trousers.
I hold it up in front of her glassy eyes, knowing she can still see it, even though she can barely move. Her pupils blow out large enough that the blue of her irises becomes just a thin ring around the blackness as she stares at the large blade.
“Do you know how many people’s blood I’ve spilled with this very knife? Hundreds, maybe thousands even. It’s stabbed, sliced, and diced so many before you, but you know what? I’m really hoping you might be the last. Wouldn’t that be nice? Maybe I’ll retire from killing people and get a real job. One like my cover. I do like cooking, and then I can still play with sharp things.”
Her jaw moves slightly, and a rush of air comes from her mouth with two very softly spoken words.
“Fuck you.”
Her defiance is truly astounding but it’s not something I wish to deal with, and it actually makes me kind of annoyed. Enough so that I take the knife, turn it so the point is touching her chest right between her large tits, and push forward ever…so…fucking...slowly.
The pale skin splits open as I advance forward, pushing deeper into her, allowing the weight of the blade to do most of the work, just like a true chef handles his knife. She can’t stop me, nor can she fight it as I drive into her more, feeling the rib cage as I bump up against it and have to tilt the blade just enough to get past the bone.
The blood barely comes from her wound, with the hilt of the knife acting like a cork, sealing off the hole in her chest, but as her jaw falls slack a red stream pours out of her mouth, running down onto my hand and handle of the weapon, making a mess on her cute little dress.
With a twist of my wrist the wound in her chest opens more, and the seal is broken. Blood pours in a steady stream from around the blade, dousing me and her. It’s not pulsing from her though, and I know I haven’t reached her heart yet. That would create more of a rush, and spurts, which I don’t want, not yet, not if I’m going to make my future bride happy and do what she specifically asked of me.
With the last bit of fight Allie has left in her, she opens her mouth, and one single word falls from her pale blue lips.
“Pussy.”
“Awww, no baby. I’m not a pussy, but your heart is going to be one.”
I can see the realization washing over her face as her gaze deadens and her muscles give in, her cheeks falling and her forehead losing its stress wrinkles. She’s done, gone, unable to stop me as I take the final step in ending the reign of the Scarpino and the Carlucci families.
The handle of the knife is slippery as I twist and rock it up and down, and back and forth, widening the hole just enough for what I think my dick will fit into. It’s a piece of artwork actually, and as I withdraw the blade from her body, releasing the rest of the blood that had pooled around it, I admire my handiwork.
