Page 3 of Merciless Queen
It was my fault, honestly, since I didn’t see the enemy. One of mine got hurt.
But now I would deal with him.
“You feel big and bad hurting girls?”
He spit at me, his blood and saliva hitting my thigh. “I didn’t fucking do anything, you dumb whore.”
I smirked, twirling the knife between my fingers. Torturing him would be fun, and watching the tough guy act leave him before he took his final breath would be everything Angel needed to heal. I stepped closer to him, stabbing him in the lower arm just above his ulna bone and dragging the knife down, watching his skin split open as crimson dripped down. I was almost positive I severed an artery, but the end goal was him dying. Playing with people indefinitely was not what I enjoyed. I saved that for Spencer and her depravity.
He hissed, cursing as I got to the joint that connected his upper arm to his shoulder blade. Maybe I should have changed before coming down here—now I was covered in his blood, and I barely even did anything.
“You fucking bitch.”
I stabbed him in the lower abdomen on his right side. Here I wouldn’t hit any major organs that would kill him instantly, but it would hurt like a bitch. I held the knife, twisting it slightly as I looked into his pained eyes. “Angel is my family. And you hurt my family.”
“The bitch is lucky I couldn’t get her panties off. She had a hot, fuckable body.”
I saw red.
He was going to die.
I stabbed him over and over, missing vital organs but sending a message. When I was covered in his blood and he was sobbing, I dug my nails into his jaw. “That girl has a name. You’re lucky your flaccid dick didn’t touch her, or your death would be more painful. Now tell me who the fuck sent you.” Ialready knew the answer. Vincenzo wanted to infiltrate my club and hurt the people I cared about.
“Fuck. You. Why are you so mad? Huh? Daddy touch you?”
“My daddy is a loving man.” I let go of his jaw, walking to my table. The next part involved a serrated knife. Call me a sadist, but I liked how a serrated blade cut through a penis and made the pain worse. This man was useless to me. Manny thought he would succeed in hurting Angel, but Vincenzo failed to inform him that I cared for my girls. I saw them as more than just dancers; I saw them as people because that was what they were. Humans. Enjoying life and making money by using their assets.
I hit a switch on my wall, opening a metal gate as vicious growls escaped my Dobermans’ jaws. Titus and Lucifer stood at my side ready for my command. I got Titus and Lucifer on my twenty-first birthday. Most people got drunk, but I bought two pups and started training them to be ruthless killers. I had no desire for alcohol or partying when I had been doing it with my father’s men at fourteen. I liked their company, and they knew if they ogled my tits, my father would shoot them.
Win-win.
“What are they gonna do? Lick me to death?” Manny spat with disdain.
My mouth curled, knowing exactly what my boys would do. I grabbed the laser pointer from my table and stood next to my boys. I would tease him first, making him believe they would do fatal damage. “Lucifer.” I point to Manny’s ankle. “Attack.” Lucifer lunged toward him, sinking his canines into his ankle. He jerked back, tearing flesh, muscle, and fat with him. Lucifer dropped the chunk of skin at his feet before galloping back to me.
Manny hissed in pain, his body jerking to no avail as the chains rattled. He was putting up a fight, but I could tell byhis furrowed eyebrows and his tightened jaw that the pain was unbearable.
Lucifer took his spot next to his brother as Titus patiently waited for my command. The laser shined on Manny’s left side. “Titus. Attack.” Titus leaned low with a growl before running full force and lunging onto Manny’s hip.
Manny released a guttural scream, his body jerking as Titus locked his jaw. Titus stayed like that for a few moments before jumping off of him. He didn’t take any flesh, but he caused a lot of pain, which was what I wanted.
“Did that feel like licking?” Stepping back toward him, I ran the blade down his torso, letting the edge nick his skin. “You should’ve thought twice before hurting my family.”
My fingers curled around his limp dick as I dug my nails into the sensitive flesh. Manny pulled back, hissing as my nails clawed into him more. I hovered the blade above his pelvic bone. He still had fight in his eyes even on the verge of death. Manny didn’t think I would do it. Vincenzo taught them that a woman was only good for one thing, and murder wasn’t one of them.
I made the first cut, sawing through his skin as he struggled. It was an uneven cut due to his struggling, but I got the job done. His blood seeped through my jeans as I finally removed his dick from his body.
I grabbed his chin and forced him to look up at me, taking his extracted appendage and shoving it down his mouth. “Spero che tu marcisca all’inferno.”I hope you rot in hell, you rapist trash.I let go of his head, and he just hung there, whimpering and gagging.
Mercy would be slitting his throat, but he wasn’t worth a mercy killing. He didn’t show Angel any when he hurt her. I cleaned my hands with the gray wash rag and pulled out my phone, snapping a picture of his broken body. Angel would sleepbetter knowing he was dead, but I didn’t want her seeing the gory aspects Titus and Lucifer were about to inflict.
I lowered the chain he was hooked to and let him fall to the ground in a crying heap. He turned on his side and coughed up his severed penis. Titus and Lucifer’s growls echoed off the basement walls as they waited for my command.
“Attack.”
I watched them rip Manny to shreds, aiming at his throat first. It didn’t take long for him to stop fighting as my Dobermans attacked him. When I trained them, instead of just eating on command, they learned how to kill on command. It made torment fun and kept my hands clean unless I decided to add my own touch. When he was dead, I snapped my fingers, and they both stood at attention before running back into the cage. I knew raising Doberman puppies to be vicious killers would come in handy one day. They helped me remove trash from this world while being the best boys.
The cage brought them through a tunnel under my mansion that led to the house I kept them in. There was an automatic system that would rinse their coats off to get the general mess off, but I would bathe them when I got a quick shower done and changed.
