PIETRO GIACOMETTI
I stepped out of the backseat of my car and let out a small groan at the coldness of the night as the door of the car was shut.
“Should I have the men bring him out, boss?” Finn asked.
“I didn’t come all the way out in this darn cold to stand outside” I stretched my hand out and Finn pulled out a knife and a gun.
“You know one thing about guns?” I trailed a finger down the gun.
“They are sometimes too quick. Too quick for some certain bastards and that one in there is one of those bastards.” I moved my fingers to the knife instead.
“And the good thing about knives? They can be very well slowed down and good thing I know all the parts to stab in a human to make them cry but not die. Definitely not going to let that bastard off easily.” I grabbed the knife and flipped it in my hand, walking towards the door.
Finn and my other men walked after me and the moment I walked into the small, shoddy office, two pairs of eyes turned to face me.
“Blow their heads off.” I ordered and set my gaze on the next door.
A few shots flew as I walked over to the door and pulled it open. A groan of pain filled the air and it made me feel instantly calmer but the groan was interrupted by another shot and then it came to an end.
I walked into the next room very care freely and as expected, immediately I walked in, a gun was pointed to my head.
“As expected of a petty assassin” I chuckled and walked further into the room, the gun still pointed to my head.
“Who the heck are you?!” He yelled immediately.
“Tell me your identity or I will blow your fucking brains out!” He yelled again and I groaned at how loud his voice.
“How the fuck did Caily survive with such a loud person like you?” I rubbed gently at the back of my ear in annoyance and flipped the knife in my hand once again.
“So?” I turned to face him when he finally stayed quiet.
“Are you going to shoot the gun or are we going to remain bored to hell here?” I asked, looking down at him.
“Do you think I am joking about shooting your head?! You bastard, tell me who…” Twisting the knife skillfully, I slit his wrist and smacked the gun right out of his loose hand. A gunshot filled the air before I grabbed the gun and pushed the bastard to the wall, the gun now to his neck.
“Ah… Shit, I am telling you you are fucking loud! Keep it fucking down, you rundown piece of trash…” I trailed the gun down his neck and saw him swallow like the coward he was.
How could Caily have dated such a spineless, watered down version of a man?
“Let’s… Let’s talk about whatever the issue is and not…”
“I said, fucking keep quiet!” I snapped and stabbed the knife into his stomach.
“Urghh!” He cried out in pains and I pulled out the knife and stabbed it right back in the same spot.
He cried out again.
“Now, that’s something more pleasant to listen to, don’t you agree?” I grinned, twisting the knife in him and watching him grunt more in pain. And then in one movement, I pulled the knife out and dropped it to the floor. My hand holding the gun moved downwards as he twisted in pains, his face contorted and red.
With the gun, I found the stab wound and poked it into the stab.
“St… Stop… Pl… Please…” I silenced his words into painful grunts and groans as I pushed the gun deeper into the stab.
“Don’t you fucking get it? Do not speak unless I fucking ask you to!” I hit his face with my elbow.
“I hate listening to people speak and I don’t have to withstand that shit longer than I absolutely have to, shit head!” I groaned in annoyance.
“Or shall I just pull the trigger, and silence you forever? One more forever silent person makes my world better after all.” I grinned at him.
“You…” The cunt still had the guts to speak.
“Are you… Giacometti?” He asked through the pains and I pushed the gun deeper and then in one swift movement, I pulled the gun out of the stab and let go of him, letting him slip to the floor.
“I see that you do know me… So you pretty much know you’ve messed with the wrong person, right?” I glanced at the bloody gun in my hands.
“I… I… I didn’t… didn’t mess with… with you…” He stuttered, spluttering out blood.
I dropped the gun to the floor and kicked it to the other side of the room before stepping outside the door where Finn and my men were waiting.
“Take the shithead to H3 and get him stitched up.” I ordered.
“As per your orders, boss.” Finn responded firmly.
I grabbed a handkerchief from Finn and wiped my bloody hands on it. I stopped by the main door and looked back into the shoddy office. Whatever his fucking intentions were, Dylan Donovic chose the wrong woman to date and for his wrong choice, there were going to be consequences.
Slow, painful agonizing consequences.
I couldn’t let him just die yet though. I had to figure out if he had approached her with an intention or if he had approached her plainly.
I walked out of the office and walked towards the car. One of my men standing guard pulled the door open and I stepped into the backseat.
He stepped into the driver’s seat and remained quiet.
“Home.” I said the one word and the engines whirred to life.
I shut my eyes and felt the cool breeze, knowing it was incapable of giving me the peace it gave others.
*
I stepped into Caily’s room and gently shut the door behind me. The room was quite dark, with just the bedside lamp turned on.
I took calm steps towards her and stopped by her bed. She was deeply asleep already but she seemed to be holding something underneath the blankets.
I gently pulled the blanket lower and I couldn’t help the small laugh that left me when I saw what she was holding onto.
The box of chocolates.
The ones I had given to her and she was holding onto it so firmly.
“Ah, you are so adorable, I might just die from your cuteness.” I threw my head back and raked a hand through.
I looked back at the cute, pretty woman sleeping. I would die if she ever got hurt.
“I will always protect you from the bastards, Peaches…” I reached my hand to her face and caressed it gently.
“Always.” I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“I fucking love you.”