I held up my shield in front of me.
As I reached the top of the stairs, the gunfire down below ceased.
âItâs over,â Adriano said.
But I didnât answer him because I was too overpowered by the sight of Lucia.
She was sitting in a chair, her hands bound behind her.
She had a black eye, but other than that, she seemed unharmed.
She stared up at me with tears running down her cheeks â
And a smile of utter joy on her lips.
But her smile slowly faded and was replaced with horror.
I could imagine why.
My shield was caked with the blood and brains of a half-dozen dead men.
My own blood dripped down my face and into my beard, pouring out of tiny shrapnel wounds Iâd suffered from the gunfight in the bell tower.
I must have looked like a demon straight out of hell.
But I was a demon of vengeance â
And my final quarry was in front of me.
Aurelio crouched down behind Luciaâs chair, his eyes wide with terror â
And a pistol at her head.
âS-stop,â he said, though his voice was terrified rather than commanding.
I glanced over to my right.
Zollnerâs body was lying on the ground, the top of his skull a bloody mess.
âLooks like your mad dog got put down, cousin,â I said quietly.
Aurelioâs entire body was trembling. I could hear the gun shaking in his hand.
âIâll kill her if you come any closer,â he threatened.
âIâm staying right here. Are you alright?â I asked Lucia, looking at her tenderly.
âYes.â She paused, then said, ââ¦considering. Better than Elmer Fudd, anyways,â she said, tipping her head towards Zollnerâs corpse.
I laughed darkly, then looked at Aurelio. âListen to me, cousin. Are you listening?â
âDonât you â â
âShhhhh,â I hushed him. âEven after everything thatâs happened, Iâm willing to cut you a deal. If you put down your gun, Iâll put down mine. I wonât hurt you. Youâll have to go before the Council at Rome and tell every Cosa Nostra family what you and Fausto did⦠but theyâll decide your punishment, not me or any of my brothers.â
âYou gotta be fucking KIDDING me,â Adriano growled in my ear. âHold on, Iâm coming up.â
I ignored my brother and focused on Aurelio.
The fear had left my cousinâs eyes, and I could see cunning creeping back into them.
âBut,â I continued, âif you hurt her in any way⦠Iâm not going to kill you. Not today. Not in a month, or two months, or a year. Iâm going to take you somewhere no one will ever find you⦠and Iâm going to torture you for weeks on end.
âFirst, Iâm going to crush your balls with a pair of pliers. I wonât do anything else â Iâm just going to listen to you scream. Then Iâm going to cut off your cock⦠an inch at a time⦠day by day. But Iâll cauterize the wound so you donât bleed out. In fact, Iâm going to do everything in my power to keep you alive. Iâll give you blood transfusions⦠antibiotics⦠feed you through a tube⦠anything I need to so you stay alive as long as possible.
âThen, after Iâve turned your dick into a charred stump, Iâll start taking off your fingers, joint by joint⦠day by day⦠one by one. Once Iâm done with your fingers, Iâll do your toes the same way. Then your hands up to the wrist⦠then your feet up to the ankles.
âBut Iâm not going to cut off your arms and legs. No. Iâm going to break them in a hundred places, along with all your ribs⦠and Iâm going to stuff you in a tiny little cage in a fetal position⦠and Iâm going to leave you hooked up to the IVs and everything else to keep you alive⦠and Iâm just going to leave you like that, in agony, in your own shit and piss⦠alive⦠for years. And Iâll come visit you every day and say, âRemember that time you could have saved yourself, cousin? Remember when I was willing to cut you a deal?â And youâll beg me to kill you⦠but I wonât. Iâll keep you alive, in an unending hell of pain, until you die at a ripe old age.â
âJesus,â I heard Adriano whisper in my ear.
âOR⦠you put down your gun⦠and I wonât hurt you. Youâll stand trial before the Council⦠but I wonât harm you, and neither will any of my brothers or my men.â
Lucia stared at me, unsure what to think of the demon in front of her talking about horrors beyond imagining.
But Aurelio?
Aurelio was listening.
âSwear it,â he demanded.
âI swear it on my life â on my soul. May I die and burn in hell if I break my word to you.â
He looked at me sideways as though trying to figure out if he should trust meâ¦
And then he lowered his gun to the floor and set it down.
âKick it over here,â I instructed.
He did.
I tossed my own gun to the side, then took off my shield and let it thud to the floor.
I limped over to him, a kind smile on my face. âGood choice, cousin. Stand up.â
He obeyed, but he looked at me uncertainly.
I smiled⦠patted his cheek with my bloody handâ¦
And then grabbed his jacket and pushed him backwards onto the balcony.
My face was a mask of rage â
And his face was absolute terror.
âYou PROMISED!â he shrieked. âYou SWORE â â
âOn my life. But I donât give a shit about MY life. Only my brothersâ and HERS. But I will be merciful and make it a quick death.â
âYOU SWORE ON YOUR SOUL!â he screamed.
I smiled at him â but this time with fury and hatred. âThen Iâll see you in hell.â
I heaved him up in the air, raised him over my head â
And I threw him over the side of the bell tower.
He screamed all the way down, 130 feet â
Until his head struck the walkway on the ground and a sheet of blood spattered across the tiles.
It was over.
It was finally over.