Chapter 4 : My Hands Were Dirty
Chapter 4: My Hands Were Dirty
Anthony
“You are evil.” Enzo called out to me in a panic as I approached him. When he tried head butting me, I grabbed him by the throat and yanked him closer to my blazing eyes.
“I am going to cut your fucking tongue out for the disrespect you showed me and I am going mail it to your boss to remind him of your mistake. Any last word?” I pulled a knife which made him buck and tried to remove my harsh hold around his throat.
“No! No!” He screamed in desperation. Razor cleared his throat from behind me and I almost forgot he was in the room.
I didn't bother glancing back at him, I know he doesn't like the tongue method, it is messy as fuck and doesn't actually kill a person, though you won't think it would. A person will actually clot before bleeding out completely, you could choke on your own blood and possibly die but if a person is alert enough not to choke, then there is a good chance they won't die. It is more symbolism than anything else, you can call me old school. I will tell you that the scream of a human getting their tongue cut out is gruesome, it should haunt my dreams but it doesn't. I have been desensitized to this since I was practically a child. When I released Enzo's throat and started to grab his jaw to yank his mouth open, he tried clenching his teeth, yet he still screamed and pleaded for mercy.
“P..please…” That was his last words, I let him speak before wedging the knife inside his mouth.
The chains clinked violently and the brick walls reverberated with a grown man’s sobs and shrieks. Crimson poured over his lips and chin and spat down in the ground between his feet and mine. He was kicking and trying to move but he just couldn't, my hand that pried his mouth open was red and the knife in my other hand finally cut loose. The pink muscle dropped to the ground as the man’s eyes bulged from his head before he went into shock and passed out. Because his head lulled again, the blood spilled outward instead of down his throat to suffocate him.
“Do you have the gift box?” I turned to Razor who was looking everywhere but at the scene in front of him. He nodded and scurried out.
“You are a little bitch.” I called after him. He really shouldn't be squeamish like this, in most things he isn't. I guess we all have our boundaries, I am yet to find mine.
When one of my men entered the room, he had the gift box and gloves on. He paused and took in the sight of our prisoner and all the dark blood while he scooped up the tongue and walked out of the room. My phone started ringing but my hands were covered in blood so I ignored it as I went to use the sink and wash myself off. One of my men brought me a towel and had bleach already waiting in his other hand. Never leave a mess even in your secret dungeon, sloppy work gets people like me caught or killed. I am thorough, I always have been and it is why I am so damn good at what I do.
When I was fully cleaned, I went to find Sergio. He is very dark with his dimpled chin, he looks more stoic than he is. The idiot couldn't even stay put while I am handling business. When I got to the stairs leading up to the fake walls, I heard his voice talking as he almost crashed into me, trying to come around the corner quickly. He stopped short with the phone in his hand.
“Nelson said they were trying to reach you.” He looked me over to see my condition.
“For what?” I asked with a little interest at first but his expression made me pay close attention. When he handed me the phone, it was my brother Nelson on the line.
“Tony, there was an attack tonight on Francis and his family. They don't know too many details yet, just that they were shot at when leaving a restaurant. Nobody was injured but they called it close.” My brother informed me. My back stiffened.
Francis is the head of Rossi crime family and to have someone attack him is a big fucking deal because that shit just doesn't happen. Not to such high ranking officials. Sure people have tried here and there to assassinate me and some other but we have too much security for someone to even get close. It shouldn't be a thing, especially in the city we run but apparently it has tonight.
“Who the fuck is stupid enough to do that? Where are you? I am leaving the hole now.” I told him. That is what we call this underground prison.
“Father wants us to link up with Francis and his son, I will text you the address. Answer your damn phone this time.”
“Fuck off, I am busy and my hands were dirty.” I snapped at his sublet attitude. He might be my older brother but I am the bigger asshole.
“Hands dirty? Oh boy, what are you up to, Anthony?” He bothered asking.
“Send me the address.” I didn't answer his question before hanging up.
When I shoved the phone back in Sergio’s hand, he was studying me.
“Am I supposed to come or what?”
I hadn't asked my brother that so I just shrugged and he followed me anyways.
“What about, Enzo? I don't think he is dead.” He reminded me
Well, this attack just became first priority, so just have one of the men finish him off and clean up.”
I waved him off before leaving our hidden vault. I exited the building entirely through the side entrance instead of crossing the restaurant. I don't like the idea of some fucking morons being loose in the streets with enough balls to attack a high ranking official. It means something large is at play but I can't imagine what. Our operations have run smoothly for a long time and we have our alliance and our enemies but there hasn't been any war.
“Do you think this has to do with Enzo?” Sergio voices exact thoughts.
“If it is them, I will end their little pathetic gang and they knew they owed me compensation for the shig he pulled. So, they can't retaliate.”
I had already begun driving the car and heading towards the address my brother had sent to me. My hands were tight on the wheel even just thinking about it. Regardless of who is involved, the night is only going to end one way. More murder and my father will want me to do it because he will want me to become him, and interrogate the man before ending him. When I felt Sergio's eyes on me, mine snapped over to see why.
“You have a little blood there.” He pointed below my jaw. I motioned for a napkin which he gave me.
“It must have been from the gurgling.” I shrugged. His face soured which made me chuckle.
“We don't know enough yet, don't you worry. My rage won't be far behind.” I assured him.
The attack might not have been on my family but it is a crime family who works under me and that makes it personal. And personally fucking with Anthony Vincenzo is a bad idea.
