Page 46 of Marcello
“What kind of bad things? You’re meaning that you’re out there going to kill someone again, right?”
I leaned against the wall and dropped my head against it for a moment before I stood back up. Any reservations I’d had up until now about what to do going forward with Abel, the children, and the family had been decided here and now.
“I need to deal with a rotten soul,”I told my beloved.
“So they hurt people?”Abel asked quietly.
I could feel the pain through our bond already. My little fox had come such a long way from what he’d been put through, but sometimes the mention of certain things seemed to throw him right back in there.
“Really bad. He hurt children. His children. He sold one of them, even.”
I heard Abel gasp, which was followed by a long silence. Maybe I should have just mentioned all of this to him after I’d already dealt with Uriah.
“Do it,”Abel said finally.“Show no mercy. But don’t ever talk to me about what you do to my father. I don’t want to know, just that he won’t ever be able to hurt anyone ever again. I wouldn’t put it past him to have sold more than just me.”Abel was quiet for a moment.“Then come home to me. We can get lost in one another and forget about everything. I’m going to go have breakfast with Mazzi, so that’s where I’ll be. I think cuddling little Tulio will be what I need.”Abel sighed.“He’s hurt people,”he said quietly.“He needs to not be able to hurt others.”
I glanced into the room where Uriah was pacing in the small space of his cage. Vincent looked bored, standing outside of it while leaning against the wall.
“He won’t,”I told my beloved.“I love you. More than anything or anyone else.”
I felt a surge of happiness through our bond.“I love you too. Come home to me.”
“I will.”
I reentered the room and walked over to stand in front of Uriah again. “Abel sends his regards,” I said. “But he also hopes you pay for your actions, and you can never hurt another again.” I reached for the lock on the door of the cage.
“Wait. I have money.”
I laughed. “As if I need your money.” I opened the door and let my claws extend on my right hand. I reached in and grabbed Uriah around the neck and pulled. He screamed and grabbed my arm as my hand tightened on his neck.
“No!”
“Yes,” I said calmly. “For the crimes committed against your own son, I seek restitution. As he is my fated mate, my beloved, I am entitled to it, and I will get justice for my beloved.”
I pulled Uriah out of the cage, and when he tried to kick my legs out from under me, I used my free hand to punch him in the side, breaking several of his ribs. He screamed out in pain, and his weight felt heavy in my grasp.
“You see, your son, your omega son, who is at least half the weight of you, had to endure beatings such as this,” I told him. “I’m not going to rape you like they did him, because the thought of that disgusts me. But I’m going to make you suffer every single hit that he did. Every broken bone.” I snapped his arm before he could even move. He screamed again until Vincent came over and shoved something in his mouth. The almost immediate muffling of noise was music to the ears.
“I don’t know about you, but the screaming hurts my ears,” Vincent said.
I shrugged. “I don’t normally drag things out, and I know your style is to just kill them without a thought, but he caused Abel so much pain. For years, he hit him. He kept food from him;he forced him to be no more than a servant in his own house. Then he sold him.”
Vincent grabbed some tape and put a strip over Uriah’s mouth as the fox shifter tried to pull the fabric out. His ribs had already started healing, as had his arm. But what I had in mind next, yeah, that wasn’t going to heal.
“You see,” I said, “this is my coven master. He’s also the head of one of the most ruthless families here in Italy.” I held up my hand and showed Uriah my claws. “I’m going to let him kill you. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to go back to my sweet angel and touch him with hands that killed his sperm donor. Because you don’t deserve the title of father.” I grinned, and Uriah’s eyes widened. “But I am going to make you suffer just a bit before I let Vincent finish you.”
I reached down and slid my razor-sharp claws into Uriah’s groin. His eyes became impossibly wide, and he screamed out frantically. I snapped my hand back toward me, pulling my claws from the skin and letting go of Uriah’s neck at the same time. Instantly, he fell to the floor and to his side.
“You, uh, have a piece of…” Vincent tilted his head to the side. “I think that’s a testicle.”
I held up my hand and nodded. “Looks like it.” I glanced back at Uriah. “You won’t be needing it anymore.” I tossed the orb to the floor and took a step back. “I’m going to go to the bathroom and wash my hands,” I told Vincent. “I don’t care if you kill him quick or make him suffer. He knows why his life is ending and that Abel will live on in a very long, happy, and fulfilling life filled with love.”
“Honestly, I think that he’s going to bleed out with the amount of blood that is spilling onto the floor.”
I looked back down and nodded. “Possibly. I’ll be back.”
I left the storage room and went two doors down to the small bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed myhands. I would need to take Abel and the twins away from here—away from this lifestyle. They were too sweet and pure for this to touch them.
“Mio angelo? I will be home soon,”I told him through our bond and immediately felt happiness.
