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Chapter 26
Killa
The warehouse is dark with bright lights surrounding the center. A wicker chair with the seat removed sits in the middle of the floor as I stand, swinging the knotted rope in my hands. Felix and I have been using this since we saw it on James Bond.
My rage threatens to take over as I watch a naked Carmen Denali being dragged out by James and Jacob. I'm trying like fucking hell to control myself, but I can still see the image of Felix's dead body lying on the fucking hardwood floor. I can hear the cries of Nettie and Bee, and my damn body starts vibrating, as I can't control the rage.
"You can't fucking touch me, Killa. My father will come down on this fucking piece of shit town," Carmen says, sure and cocky.
I chuckle darkly as I walk around him. He's standing, unfazed by the current situation. It's like he knows his father is going to bail him out once again.
"Family is a funny thing," I say, swinging the knotted end of the rope back and forth, my eyes on Carmen.
Carmen's eyes go from my face to the rope in my hand. "Family will stick by you when you do right, praise your accomplishments. Fathers boast and brag when their sons make them proud, but …" I tilt my head to the side, nodding at James and Jacob.
James forces Carmen down in the chair while Jacob starts tying the rope. He secures his hands behind him, and I let out a fucking sigh having to watch amateurs do shit.
"Jasper, show Jacob how we tie a motherfucker to a chair," I call to Jasper who is standing next to one of the lights.
Carmen struggles against the restraints as Jasper reties him the way Felix and I taught him, hands on his thigh so we can get to them freely. For the first time it really hits me that he's gone, he'll never stand by my side again to make a motherfucker suffer.
The simple realization of that fucking fact sucks balls.
"You can't fucking touch me!" he yells repeatedly.
"Leave his feet out," I instruct Jacob as I fling the rope over and over.
"Won't he be able to kick us?" he asks, not used to this form of torture.
I laugh at my soon to be brother-in-law. "He can fucking try."
"No! Stop!" Carmen yells like the little bitch he is as they both step back to admire their handy work.
"That's good," I say my voice deadly as I watch Carmen struggle.
"You can-can't fucking do this," he stutters.
I chuckle, enjoying the panic in his voice. Pulling my brass knuckles from my pocket, I slip them onto my fingers, flexing my hand.
Without saying a word, I punch him in the face until blood is dripping down his chin. "Your father gave you up. I guess he wasn't happy with the deal you made with King."
Emmett walks in pushing a cart with all the materials I asked for.
He stops next to me, shaking his head. "You're one sick bastard," he says, looking from me to the tools.
I chuckle as I put on plastic gloves, my eyes looking at each tool I plan to use today: a scalpel, pliers, power drill, hammer, a car battery, and cables, and one I like to use when a motherfucker really piss me off ... dental forceps.
Jasper brings a bucket of water over, and James pulls Carmen's chair back so his feet can go in the bucket. Carmen's kicking, trying to get free but it's difficult with his ass hanging out of the bottom of the chair.
I take one of the knives and smash it down in his thigh. "I'll cut these motherfuckers off if you keep struggling." I do the same to his other thigh soJasper can easily put his now, limp legs in the bucket of water.
"Ahh, you're a dead fucking man, Killer!" he yells as I twist the knife into his flesh.
"We all have to die sometimes, motherfucker, but some of us sooner than others."
"Wait … wait! Let me talk to my father, it wasn't me it was all King," he says desperately
"Don't worry about King, he's getting what's coming to him, but first …" I walk behind him, swinging the rope in my hand, and then fling it under the chair, hitting his balls hard with the old knotted line.
"Fuckk!" he yells, but I don't give him a chance to recover as I swing it again.
Blood drips onto the warehouse floor, and I take satisfaction in seeing his pain.
"Damn, you Boston fuckers are sick," Jacob says, holding on to his cock as if he's the one in the chair.
"I'm just fucking getting started," I say before dropping the rope on the cart and picking up the jumper cables.
I clip one to each of his damn nipples, causing him to grunt and struggle. Walking over to the battery, I pick up the other end of the cables, smiling at Carmen.
"Why did you team up with King against my family?" I ask in a calm voice.
"Fuck you," he spits out with venom.
"Fuck me?" I ask, pointing to myself. "You're the fucked one unless you tell me everything you know about King and how you came to work with him against my fucking family."
I give him a minute to talk, but he's silent. That's fine by me. I clip the cables to the battery, watching as his body shakes from the force, taking pleasure in his agonizing screams.
After around two minutes I unclip the battery before he passes out on me. He's drooling all over and has pissed himself. Fucking pussy, can't take a little electricity. His head hangs low, and I walk in front of him, grabbing him by the hair to look in his half-closed eyes.
"You ready to talk, motherfucker? I can do this shit all night."
"No, please stop! You can't do this! I'm Carmen Denali!" he yells in panic.
"Really? Must be wicked pissa to be you," I tell him before I take the hammer and slam it against his knee.
The crushing sound of his bones seems to fill the empty warehouse as blood splatters everywhere.
"Shit I'm going to be sick," Jacob says, rushing out of the room.
Emmett laughs his ass off. "These New York motherfuckers got no fucking moxie!"
I laugh, agreeing with him. But to be honest, not everyone has the stomach for this shit. But Emmett is a lying piece of shit. He usually can't stomach the way Felix and I used to torture. Jasper's really the only one we could take with us.
Picking up the scalpel, I bend down so I'm eye level with Carmen. "You ready to talk?" I ask calmly.
"I-I owed him money. I was trafficking girls behind my father's back, and I lost a big shipment of his to the feds. I've been working with Miami for years," he wheezes out, trying to catch his breath.
"What the fuck does that have to do with us?" I ask calmly, using the scalpel to clean my nails.
"He was going to wipe the debt clean if I got men to move against you. Ro-Roger needs the water connections of Boston and New York to run the girls. That's where your uncle came in." His eyes are frantic as he stares at me.
"What!" James yells, rushing over to Carmen. "You're fucking lying!"
Jasper takes hold of him, pushing him back.
"He's not lying," I say, eyeing James carefully.
I know he and Uncle Eleazar weren't that close, but he was still his father, and James could've known what he was up to. I wasn't expecting Carmen to give up my Uncle as well.
"You're going to trust this piece of shit over your own uncle?" James asks, getting upset.
"We can talk about this later. Right now, all you need to know is we got proof." I turn to face Carmen. "What sort of deal did my uncle make with King?"
I know they both didn't want my marriage to Bee to happen, but it has to be more than fucking that.
"In exchange for getting rid of the girl, your uncle promised King access to the Port of Boston and a cut of the trafficking." He hangs his head low.
Eleazar controlled the Port for our family, he always has. Nothing ran through there without us getting a cut, but since my great-great-grandfather settled in Boston over a hundred years ago and started hustling just to feed his wife and four kids, never have my family dealt with human trafficking.
"I can't listen to this shit!" James yells, storming out of the room.
I watch my cousin leave, knowing I'm going to have to eventually deal with him. "That motherfucker's running girls through my city?" I ask Carmen, seething.
"That's all I know … P-Please, let me go."
"I would let you go, but the problem is, your little ambush cost lives, precocious lives and one that was particularly close to me." I take the scalpel and slice a line down his chest. "A man that was worth more than five of you, so because of that, Carmen, you're going to die today."
Having had enough of playing games, I begin torturing him all over again; doing everythingFelix taught me and loved. It's as if he's beside me egging me on with every cut, smash, and broken finger. When I finally cut his throat, I feel at peace knowing that one of the motherfuckers responsible for Felix's death is now gone.
Jacob, who came back into the room halfway through the show, is still looking a little pale around the gills, but I direct my next statement at him. "Get rid of the body, Jasper will supervise you," I tell him, taking off the bloody gloves.
"I can handle the body, bro. Should we really trust the Italian?" Emmett asks, pointing at Jacob.
"He's not the fucking Italian, he's family, and he needs to know how we do things here as well." I shake my head, getting tired of Emmett's fucking problem with Jacob and Italians in general. "Now, clean this shit up, and I'm coming back to check you. Your ass is getting a little lazy," I tell him before walking away.
One down, one to go.
I'm going after Roger King if it's the last fucking thing I do.
Bee
I wake up nearly suffocating from the grip Killa has on me, his arms and legs have me surrounded, and his nose is buried in my hair. I love having him in my bed, but I really have to fucking pee.
"Edward, I have to pee!" I say, wiggling out of his arms.
He grunts in protest before letting me go. "You never fucking call me Edward," he says, rubbing his eyes.
"Get used to it. I'm sure I will have to say it a lot today," I tell him before running into my bathroom.
When I come out, Killa is standing beside the bed stretching, his naked body on display for me and I ogle him freely.
He lets out an exasperated sigh as he wraps his arms around me. "I wish we could stay in bed and skip this fucking day," he says, again burying his nose in my hair.
"We can if that's what you want. Felix wouldn't mind." I kiss his shoulder, meaning every word.
"He would be pissed if I left Nettie alone today of all days." He shakes his head.
"You're right, she needs us, we should be there for her and each other." I stand on my tip toes, pecking his lips. "Now get dressed because you need to go change and be at the church. You're a pallbearer after all."
He grunts, pulling me closer, his head nestled in my neck. He's quiet, just holding me close, and I run my hands through his hair, trying to soothe him.
Tears fall from my eyes as we hold each other, no words spoken between us. I feel wetness on my neck, but I don't say a word, taking comfort in his arms as he takes it in mine.
When we finally part, he stands straight and looks me in the eyes, his tears still falling but his face set in determination.
"Let's get this shit day over with," he says before raking his hands down his face in frustration.
Before I can say another word, my bedroom door flies open, and Alice walks in, causing both a naked Killa and me to turn.
Alice stares at Killa's flaccid but still impressive cock, her mouth gaped open.
"Alice! Stop fucking staring!" I yell at her as Killa turns and picks up the sheet from my bed to cover himself.
"Jesus, he's huge, and he's not even hard. What do they feed the men in that fucking family!" she yells before turning to leave the room.
"She's wicked fucking crazy," Killa says, shaking his head before standing again and going into the bathroom.
I laugh out loud, happy that Alice's crazy ass was able to bring some fucking humor to this morning.
We definitely need it with what we have to do today.
~K&B~
The large church is filled to the brim with associates and friends of Felix. It's an impressive sight to behold as I walk down the aisle in the center of the church. I'm on Killa's left side with Nettie on his right.
The Swanatoris and the Masens walk as one family to Felix's mahogany casket with elegant gold trim.
Killa and Nettie looked at different caskets for hours until they came across the perfect one for Felix. It was strong and solid, just like him.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as we reach the coffin. Killa squeezes my hand with his free one, giving me the strength I need to continue. He releases my hand, wrapping one of his around Nettie as she breaks down the closer we come to Felix's lifeless body.
We wait behind my parents, as first Carlisle and Esme pay their respects and then my parents.
Nettie's whimpers of grief are like a knife to my very soul, and I rush to her other side, holding her up as Killa tries to assist her forward.
Together, the three of us approach, and I am momentarily blinded by my own grief as I look down at one of the strongest men I've ever met.
Seeing him like this, with no life, no breath inside of him almost makes my knees buckle. He was so full of life, love, and strength, and now I can only see this empty shell, one that is not even a fragment of the man he was.
"Oh, God!" Nettie cries, her knees buckling.
Killa catches her before she falls.
Both Carlisle and my dad come to help Nettie, and they take her from us, escorting her to a seat in the front row with the family.
My own grief seems to take me by surprise, as Nettie continues to cry behind us. I feel Killa wrap me in his arms as I sob like I haven't since the night it all happened.
Losing Felix was a blow to me and a constant reminder of Angie's death so many years ago.
They were two of the best people I've ever met, and it's unfair they both had to die so suddenly when there was so much more life left in them.
One young, with the possibility of becoming anything she dreamed of, and one older, who had a second chance with the woman he loved.
I cry for them, for the lives they both lost and vow to live my life to the fullest.
Killa escorts me to our seat as others pay their respects to Felix.
Edward sits in between Nettie and me, being our strength throughout the service, but I know he needs me as well.
My hand slips into his, entwining our fingers, and he turns to me, his eyes filled with unshed tears before he leans over and places a chaste kiss on my forehead.
The service is beautiful and the priest, who has known Felix's family for years, tells a story of growing up in the same neighborhood with him, and how even at a young age he was full of mischief and potential.
When the service is over, Killa stands, taking his place beside the casket along with Jasper, Emmett, James, Riley, and Jacob.
It was Killa's idea to have my brother there to represent the Swanatori family, to show that we are one in everythingwe do from here on out. Emmett wasn't too happy about that idea. He's fine with me, but for some reason, he seems to have a particular dislike for my brother.
As they carry the casket out of the church, Nettie and I are the first to follow behind them.
Alice walks beside Nettie, holding her up as her grief seems to increase as we exit the church.
I stand stoically, praying to God that I never have to endure pain and sorrow of this magnitude.
To imagine a life alone in a world without Edward Killa Masen, would be devastating.
My heart seems to break in a million little pieces from the simple thought, and that's when I realize I could never be strong enough to survive the loss.
A/N: Here we are! I've had a lot going on, medical crap snuck up on me and I haven't had any energy. I've been writing this chapter for weeks and it always seemed so close! So I apologize for all my issues that seems to grow constantly! Love you all so much and I'm glad I got such wonderful readers!