“Bring back any memories?” he hissed,

“Just a little” he managed to choke out.

I pulled him up by his still clean shirt as Luca took his foot off, and shook him, glaring into his void eyes. 

“3 days and 3 nights, do you remember?”

“The best I ever had” he chuckled.

I snapped as I threw him back on the floor, hearing the thud from his head connecting to the basement floor. But I didn’t care because that was the least of what he had done to us, and I wasn’t finished with him yet.

Pointing the gun at his stomach, the bullet buried itself into him and I heard the pain behind his scream as it filled my ears.

As much as the anger was rising and taking over in my blood, I had no intention of the torturing method. I just wanted him dead, and Morales would be next. Luca took out a knife and spun it around his hand, his brows knotted before he plunged it just above his heart. A weak gasp escaped his lip as blood began to pour out from the wound and pool around his body.

I picked him up by the collar and swung my fist to the side of his face and pulled him up again and punched him.

Again and again, until I found my hand smeared with not only his blood, but mine. I pressed the gun against his temple, hard, so hard I was almost sure it’d leave an imprint on his skin.

“Say goodbye Marcus”

I pulled the trigger.

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Letting go of the body, it fell with a dull thud and I wiped the blood from my hands and face roughly. I stood up as Luca looked down at the body and I eyed one of the men standing at the door.

“Clean it up, I want him fed to the fishes” I said.

He scurried over with another man and went to work as I exited the basement. I was one step closer to getting Morales and I should’ve been pleased, but I felt empty instead.

“I’m going for a drive, meet you at Heat later” I said, walking out the front door.

 I looked down at my hands as I reached into my pocket to fish out my car keys and noticed I was shaking.