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WARNING: Violence in this chapter, (and of course, a lot of swearing...as usual.) You have been warned, so read at your own risk.

Here goes.

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Terms:

Borgata: Family. The basic structural unit of the Mafia society. The Borgata has an established hierarchy, a body of members or soldiers, and many associates.

Capo: a minor leader within a Mafia family, chief of a crew. Also referred to as a captain, skipper or lieutenant.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

EPOV

I could feel my hands tingle with anticipation, just waiting for my turn to do some damage to that fucking asshole. Hopefully, Emmett would leave some piece of him for me, even a little piece. It would be enough; I wasn't greedy.

The scene in front of me was not something I had pictured for Black, but it was better than nothing.

Emmett held Jacob's head by his hair, sneering at him while he gasped for air. Jacob's face was wet and flushed from the severe pain Emmett was inflicting on him.

"What does it feel like, asshole? Does the pain feel fucking good?" Emmett yelled.

Satisfaction ran through me as I watched Black suffer. He deserved everything Emmett planned for him and more.

After what Black did to the Swans, it felt right to allow my brother-in-law to decide the fate of Jacob. Truthfully, I would have liked it better if I was the one fucking Jacob up, but I could settle for this.

Emmett plunged Jacob's head back into the drum of water, making him work for his air. And worked he did. He struggled, splashing water all over the place, trying to get his head out of the water. His hands and feet were tied, making his actions futile. Emmett was shirtless, showing off the muscles as he tried to contain Jacob inside the drum.

I had promised Bella earlier I would keep an eye on her brother. Emmett didn't need any help looking after, but I intended to keep my promise to my wife. It was clear there was no imminent danger, with Black all tied up, and I had no need to worry.

As I stared at a grinning Emmett, I couldn't help want Black to be dead. But the masochist in me, wanted to see him suffer. An easy death wasn't what he deserved. He needed to see and feel pain like no other.

It took forever for Emmett to pull Black's head up, making me think he would let Jacob drown. There was nothing more satisfying than seeing one of my most hated enemy in agony.

Black was heaving, getting as much air as he could get. He was coughing, and he looked so fucking ugly right now. Why didn't I fucking think of documenting this shit? Vicky would have reminded me if I had seen her before I came here. But she was with Jasper in Italy, getting some important information on the Volturis. After we dealt with this problem, the fucking Italian Borgata was next.

Just as I took a long drag of my cigarette, I saw Emmett pull back Jacob's head, enough so he could spit on his face.

"Look at you now, fucker! Doesn't this feel good?" Emmett hissed. I saw Black cringe when Emmett pulled his head harder.

"How is this for payback? I knew if you could, you would scream like a bitch, wouldn't you? You're such a fucking girl!"

"Fuck you!"

"No, fuck you!" Emmett then smacked Black's head so hard, hitting his chin on the metal drum as he went down. He was down on the floor, groaning and grunting as he continued to struggle. He was like a wet fish out of water. He should've been bloody all over, but the water washed it all out. When I looked at him lying on the floor, there was little evidence as to how brutal Emmett had dealt with him for the last hour. I was sure all the bruising would be seen after a few hours, but there would be nothing left of his body. I would assure of that. There would be no trail of evidence that would point that Emmett or I touched Black. Marcus was effective at eliminating dead bodies.

After a few days of looking for Black, we had tracked him down a few hours ago. It seemed he knew something bad had happened to Snake; he hadn't heard from him in the last couple of days and decided to bail. We found him nearing the borders of Mexico, attempting to escape his inevitable fate, to escape us. The thing was, Mexico wasn't the best city for him to hide. We had more contacts there than in other cities. For someone who had the dedication to plan plots against the Swans, it seemed like a spontaneous decision. One in which there was not much planning involved. Stupid how he didn't think; I could only attribute it to panic.

The thought of him ever escaping my wrath, or even Emmett's was unfathomable, and it made me chuckle. I might have been too loud, because Emmett was now looking at me with a wicked smile on his face.

"So, do you think this is funny, Cullen?"

"Oh, yes! Don't fucking stop on my account, Swan."

Jacob was writhing down on the floor. Somehow during my internal musing, Emmett had kicked him hard repetitiously.

"That's what you get, Motherfucker, for shitting with my family!" Emmett shouted. He pulled his foot back and proceeded to give Black another kick at the back.

"Fuck! Stop…stop!...Dammit…shit…I'm fucking sorry!" Jacob cried. He sputtered blood, spitting some on the floor next to him.

"Now, you're sorry? Too fucking late, motherfucker!"

"Please…please! I'll make it up to you….just please…don't kill me!"

I flicked the cigarette before taking another drag. This was my fifth stick in the last hour; I was smoking like a chimney again. Smoking calmed me, and I needed it so I wouldn't give into the urge to attack Black before Emmett could have his fun.

"You're not so tough now, eh Black. You even look like shit on the floor." Emmett hissed. He straightened from his previous kneeling position and just stared at Jacob as he writhed on the floor. Emmett had a confused expression on his face, and I wondered what was going through his mind.

The room was quiet, except for the moans and groans coming from Jacob. There were only the three of us here, opting to leave the muscles outside the door to stand guard. Emmett and I wanted to deal with this dipshit ourselves. Bella wanted to come along, but Emmett was adamant not to bring her with us. They had a big argument about it, but she eventually relented. But before I left, she made me promise to tell her everything that happened today with Jacob. I eagerly agreed, thankful her request was something I could easily do. Her coming here wouldn't have been the best idea, and I wasn't stupid to grant her simple wish of knowing what had transpired inside this dark room.

Emmett seemed to like idea of a human punching bag, because he had Jacob kneeling in front of him while he took swings on his face. This was taking forever for me, and I chucked the remaining cigarette and pulled a chair. Emmett stopped, long enough for me to drag a screaming Jacob up and unceremoniously deposited him on the chair.

"Sit down, you fucking shit!" I yelled, fisting his hair in my hand. I pulled and raised his head, forcing him to meet my eyes. "You're going to enjoy this, Black. Mark my fucking words."

I heard Emmett laugh maniacally, and I knew he didn't take offense in my interruption. I wanted answers and I needed them now.

Jacob was restless, as he should be, and kept on squirming. I wanted him to stay still so I tied his body to the chair, making him less immobile than he already was. I purposely positioned a chair behind him, making sure I was comfortable for what I had to do. The pair of scissors I held gleamed under the fluorescent light of the room, reminding me this was actually a new pair.

I slid his earlobe in between the blades of the scissors, making sure he felt the cold metal. Hearing him gasp made me grin. His whole body started shaking and I laughed.

"Oh, shit!"

"I'm going to fucking cut your ear off if you don't answer all my questions," I whispered against his ear.

Emmett smirked, telling me he liked what I was doing. He got a chair and planted himself right in front of Jacob, sandwiching the motherfucker between us.

Emmett's nod was encouragement enough for me to continue with my plan. Working together with Emmett seemed to be going smoothly, making me think of possible team-ups with him in the future. He and I seemed to have good rapport when it came to this kinds of shit.

It was clear Emmett had relinquished his authority to me temporarily. "So, if you may Mr. Black, enlighten us of your involvement with Emmett's shooting in New York. I'm pretty sure your friend Swan here would like to hear it."

"He's not my fucking friend anymore, Cullen."

"Oh, right," I declared. I leaned forward again, and spoke near Jacob's ear, my words enunciated. " You heard that Black? You're no longer a friend, so that means he won't assure your safety here…with us." I pulled back his head hard, pulling his hair in the process. I was sure it hurt, but not as much as what the scissors would do to him.

"Fuck…fuck!"

"Yes, you're fucked, Black," I drawled lazily. I was even able to insert a laugh or two while I made sure he knew I wasn't kidding with my threat. He would be without another ear if he wouldn't tell me what I wanted.

"Yeah, Jacob. Why don't you tell us about New York…hmmm?" Emmett said calmly. I was amazed he was so in control of himself now. Black remained silent and that pissed me off.

"Tell me," I insisted softly, squeezing the scissors in my hand. I could see the sharp edges penetrating his skin, and it started bleeding.

"Fuck…stop! Yes, I'll tell you….just…just stop…please!"

I laughed, confirming what I had thought about without doubt earlier – that he would say everything I wanted to hear. "That's the right thing to do, isn't it? Better to cooperate than to lose an ear, Black. Good choice there," I said. I was pretty smug about our situation, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

Emmett snorted, before shouting, "So talk, you motherfucker! I want to hear all these crap about you and my family." Emmett was practically growling, clearly not as cool-headed as I thought he was. Black might have sensed the same thing I did about Emmett, because he started to speak.

"My father wanted so badly to become a part of Charlie's Family. I knew about his desire of becoming a member because he talked about nothing except that since I was a little kid."

"But he was made a Capo, Jake." I could hear the distress in Emmett's voice, and I knew this still affected him in some way…even if he acted as if it didn't.

"Yeah, right. He was like the fucking errand boy for Charlie." The bitterness in Black's voice wasn't lost to me.

"Billy wanted to be my father's assistant. Everybody knew that. He loved Charlie like he was his own brother. Are you fucking telling me he didn't?" Emmett asked angrily.

"He fucking did…that was the problem!" Jake hissed back. His words were full of venom. "I didn't think it was fair for my father to be just doing everything the Boss wanted. I wanted him to be the fucking Boss! He deserved it! But oh no, all he wanted to do was protect Charlie. He said it was enough for him."

"But it wasn't enough for you," I clarified, knowing for sure now that it was Jacob's own jealousy that drove him to betray the trust of his friends.

"What the fuck do you think, huh?" he yelled. I could see the vein on his head popping from the sheer pressure of his anger, and I was tempted to use the tip of the scissors to pop it. He tried to move his head but the hold I had on him prevented him from doing so. I pressed the scissors a little tighter, making him feel the pain, reminding him it was not a good idea for all that movement.

"Answer the question," I demanded, my voice full of authority. There was no room for argument, but I had expected him to know that by now. He might as well have signed his death certificate with his own blood the moment he decided to go against the mob. Fucking with us meant you should be ready for any and all repercussions of your actions.

"Shit…yes! It wasn't enough. Being a capo or anything less wasn't good enough for me. I…I fucking wanted to be the Boss someday," he said frantically. I pulled his head back some more, so his neck was thoroughly exposed to me. I could even see his Adam's apple bounce as he swallowed.

"Go on," I whispered.

"I wanted…no, I needed to become Boss, and in order for that to happen, I had to make sure my father replaced Charlie. But oh no, my father didn't make it easy for me…because he had to fucking die on me even before I could take my plans into effect! Goddammit, I couldn't take it! I was so fucking angry at him for dying on me!" he yelled, looking like the crazed maniac he was.

"That was why you put a hit on me a month after he died?" Emmett asked. I looked at him and saw his eyes were trained on Black, murderous and angry.

I loosened my hold on Jacob's head, allowing him to move it forward a little. My eyes were still on Emmett, and I knew his anger within was blazing. It would only be a matter of time before he would explode.

"Was it even you who pulled the trigger, Jake?" Emmett asked again. This was a conversation left between them. I was simply here to serve as the catalyst to move things along.

"No."

"Oh, God. You're such a fucking coward. You can't even kill me yourself."

"You were my friend, Emmett. I couldn't do it!"

Emmett laughed so hard. It was unexpected, but it wasn't funny at all. It sounded strained and evil, and I felt Jacob tense.

"You could call a hit on me, but not pull a trigger…because I was your friend?" Emmett stood up and I could feel his anger brewing. I could fell the tension from him, so I removed the scissors from where it was positioned on Black's ear. Just when I put down my hand, Emmett quickly slammed his fist across Jake's chin. I heard something crack, and I knew Jacob just broke his jaw.

Jacob sputtered blood, his head shaking from side to side. I wrapped my arm around his neck, tightening it as I asked, "Why did you ask for the hit in the first place?" I could hear the thundering of his heart, the shaking of his body in fear.

"Because he was fucking second in line. I had plans to eliminate him then Charlie. Without any of them, I had assurance to get the entire unit on my side."

"What about Bella?" I asked.

"Oh, I definitely had plans with her also…until you fucked that up, Cullen." I could hear the smugness in his voice, and it made me snap.

"Oh, really?" I plunged the scissors on his right shoulders without hesitation.

"Son of a bitch!...Fuck!...Fuck!"

"That's for thinking about my Bella!" I would have liked seeing him without an ear, but the scissors on his back served its purpose.

"She was mine first!" he screamed. The wound on his shoulder was dripping blood, and I wanted to see how much more he would bleed. I pushed the scissors a little more, and he screamed. I laughed, knowing he was suffering.

"She was supposed to be married to me, not some fucking asshole she met a few years ago! Not you, Cullen…Me! She was supposed to be with me! The bitch just didn't realize it yet!"

"Oh, you just didn't say that." I kicked the chair, and he toppled forward, landing directly on top of Emmett's foot. Because he was tied to the chair, he couldn't move, just laid there wriggling like a stupid worm.

My own anger was surfacing, and I was preoccupied with thoughts of making this dipshit suffer that I hadn't realize Emmett was holding a gun, not until he pointed it toward Jacob. He flipped the chair, sending Jake back in a sitting position. Emmett crouched down so they were eye level.

"This is for my father," Emmett said. I heard him clock his gun and shot Jacob on the left leg.

"Motherfucker!" Black's scream resonated throughout the whole room.

"This is for Bella." Emmett shot the other leg.

"Oh, God! Please…please!" Jacob pleaded, but Emmett had no mercy on him.

"This is for me!" Emmett shot Jacob's stomach next. I saw Black shake wildly, before throwing up all over the floor. His spit and blood mixed together.

"And this…is for my Rosie!"

This time, Emmett leaned down and raised Jacob's head. He slowly pointed his gun inside Black's mouth, watching as Black's eyes widen in realization. I could hear Emmett's chuckle as he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

That was the sound that marked the end of Black.

I was satisfied.

Emmett was satisfied.

I was relieved.

Emmett was relieved. It was clear on his expression. He was all sweaty, but he was beaming.

"Motherfucker didn't deserve to die an easy death, but I couldn't help it," he said with satisfaction. He glanced at the dead body of Black slumped on his chair, and grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"At least, he isn't roaming the streets any longer. One less threat to out family, the fucking better, Swan."

"You're right, Cullen." He patted me on the back like we were old time friends. But I liked it.

This friendship with Bella's brother was getting better by the minute. I chuckled as he nudged me.

We made our way out of the bodega, all bloodied and sweaty, but there was no doubt it was one fucking good day.

Jacob's dead. Anyone crying over it? O_o

A few more chapters, peeps...then we say goodbye.

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