Page 34 of Caruso
Taylor merely rolls her eyes and laughs softly.
“You don’t have it in you to kill any man, let alone a warrior like Jason. Tell me what really happened, and I’ll spare your life.”
It amuses me to see her cross her fingers behind her back as Carl’s eyes light up as he senses an opportunity for freedom.
He nods, certain he now has the upper hand as he senses he has something she needs.
I nod to Giorgio, who pulls him away from the wall, forcing him into what passes as a living room, before kicking out a chair and forcing him to sit. Tommaso moves fast and secures his arms around the back of the chair with a plastic tie, ensuring it’s so tight it cuts into his miserable flesh.
Giorgio secures his ankles, and the sight of this miserable shit, bound like a pig before us, does little to improve my mood at the thought of Taylor surviving in this hole. Hell, the image of her replacing her mother in his bed is sending me feral, and I reach for my blade in my inside pocket, desperate to connect with his miserable dick that is hanging limply from a hole in his jockey shorts.
Taylor stands before him, unafraid, unapologetic and hisses, “Tell me.”
“What’s in it for me?”
His voice is cold, rough and fueled by alcohol, and she shrugs, maintaining her cool. “Your ending will be quick.”
“My ending.” He barks out a gruff laugh. “Who are you to order my death, little girl? Nobody, just like that mother of yours and just like that boyfriend who hung around you like a bad smell. Did you give him reason too, bitch? Did you suck his cock for him while he played with your tits?”
Taylor strikes him hard around the face and spits, “Is that all you’ve got? Judging others by your low standards. Is it so hard to believe he was my only friend? A brother, if you like. He looked out for me when it should have been you and Mom. All you wanted was a slave. Someone to cook, clean and service your miserable dick. Well, breaking news, you’re no great catch, and the sight of you repulses me and always has.”
“Fucking whore, what did you do? Go and get these three bozos to fight your battle for a piece of your ass?”
Giorgio’s face lights up as he senses free rein, but I’m surprised when it’s Taylor who turns to me and says calmly, “May I borrow your knife?”
The fact she even knew I had one is as surprising as her words and I hand it to her and watch in anticipation as she steps closer to Carl and with one slash cuts the miserable bastard’s cock clean off.
His scream of pain is muffled by Giorgio’slaughter, and I stare in amazement as she wipes the blood on Carl’s body and hands it back to me with an apologetic smile. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
I’m impressed by her cold, calm demeanor, and then she turns and says nonchalantly to the howling man, “Now, where were we? Oh yes, Jason. What happened that night and–” She cocks her head to one side. “I’d start spilling the tea if you want to keep your body parts.”
“He never showed up.” His words are delivered on an edge of pain as he gasps, “We were down to fight, but he never arrived. Word is he ran, left town. Frank said he heard some big shots were asking after him and–”
“Big shots. You’ll have to elaborate on that.”
Taylor sounds as if she’s in a board meeting; she is so composed, and even Tommaso is impressed with her balls of steel.
“Fight scouts, men from the city who organize fights for big bucks. Word on the street is Jason left to fight under their banner.”
Taylor turns to me, and I nod my reassurance. If Jason did leave town to fight, it should be easy to trace him.
She has a thoughtful gleam in her eye as she turns her attention back to Carl.
“What else did you hear?”
Carl is shaking as the shock sets in, and Giorgio groans, desperate for an invitation to this party.
“Nothing. He never showed up. That’s God’s honest truth.”
“Truth and God in the same sentence should never fall from your wicked mouth.” Taylor kicks out with the sharp heel of her shoe and brings it down into the fresh wound where his cock once lived. His howl of pain is sure to disturb the neighbors and with a sigh Giorgio stuffs a rolled-up piece of rag into his cruel mouth, muffling the sound, obstructing his ability to speak and turns to Taylor and says gently, “As much as I am enjoying every second of this, little butterfly, we have limited time before the cops come to see what’s going on. Now, we can take the guy with us or end this now. I’m guessing he doesn’t have much else to say, anyway.”
He sighs heavily as he rips the rag from Carl’s mouth and hisses, “Apologize to Taylor.”
“I’m sorry.” Carl’s voice shakes as he battles to remain conscious, and Taylor stares at Giorgio with hate blazing from her eyes.
“I’m not finished.”
“Then we’ll write you a letter from our prison cell to yours.”
