PIETRO GIACOMETTI
I alighted from the car, a grim look on my face and my mouth set in a hard line as the car door was shut behind me.
“Light me a cigarette.” I walked towards the building and a few seconds later, Finn handed me a cigarette. I took a long drag and let out a puff as the doors were pushed open for me to walk in.
I walked into the living room and stopped in the middle of it. One of my men pulled the furniture piece off and placed his palm on the floor. Three seconds later, the scanning began and it beeped. I walked further, moving to the unused kitchen, with Finn following closely behind.
I took another long drag as I walked down the underground basement now opened in the kitchen. As soon as Finn and I walked in, I threw the cigarette to the floor and stomped my feet on it, letting out an annoyed groan and punching the floor.
“Aaaish!” I growled and rained more punches at the hard wall, my breathing rapid and shallow with my rage.
I was so fucking annoyed! So fucking pissed off! She could not love me enough!
“You bastard!” I turned to the wall where Dylan was chained. The bastard she liked enough to have dated. Just thinking about the number of times she would have told this bastard ‘I love you’ while she would not say those words to me just once made me lose myself to rage once more.
“Giacometti, I… I did nothing to mess with you.” The bastard stuttered and I sat on the couch, opposite him.
“Right? Why did you approach Peaches?” I sucked in a long breath, resisting the urge to roll up something stronger than a cigarette simply because I knew Caily wouldn’t like me smoking.
“Peaches?” The dumb bastard mumbled.
“Caily.” I snapped, hitting my fist against the arm rest.
“I… I approached her because I liked her.” He replied, his words hastened up with fear.
“You must have noticed yourself that I am not in my best mood. My patience tonight is really limited so if you do not want tonight to be your fucking last night, tell me the truth.” I snapped my fingers at the end of my words and the shuffling of feet started behind me.
“I… I am really not lying. I approached her because I… I really liked her. I have no ulterior motives and I have no idea how she got entangled with you but please, Caily… she is innocent, do not harm her.” He begged and I got up on my feet with a sarcastic chuckle as one of my men pushed a weapon cart slowly to a stop in front of me.
“Let’s get this started.” I picked up a hammer and then a plier.
“I really have no ulterior motives… I really just… just like Caily and…” I hissed and threw the hammer at his face with minimal force. Minimal because I didn’t want him passing out yet. He had to be fully conscious for the things I wanted to do to him.
“Aaargh!” A cry of pain left him and I felt my heart slightly calm from the constriction it had been in since about an hour ago.
“I did nothing against you!! Please!” He cried out as I took steps towards him with the plier.
“First, let’s correct the notion that you have to wrong me before I torment you.” I stopped in my tracks and stretched out my left hand.
“The gun.” I demanded and Finn handed me one.
I looked over at the guy who had pushed the tray to me earlier and I shot him in the right thigh. He cried out and crashed to his knees and I shot him in the other thigh.
“Notion corrected.” I threw the gun back to Finn who caught it seamlessly.
“Shall I leave him to bleed to death or get him treated?” He asked.
“Let him bleed out for now. I will make that decision later.”
“Yes boss”
I returned my full attention back to Dylan who was now whimpering and trembling on the wall.
“But you… you did something so heinous, still. Caily has always belonged to me, just me. No other man, woman, being is allowed to try to take her away from me…” I slapped the pliers against his bleeding face lightly.
“I… I had no idea” He cried out, his face a disgusting combination of sweat and tears. Yet, it thrilled me. That thrill was one of the reasons Caily didn’t want me, right? That thrill was why she thought of me as a monster. But should it matter so much what I was to others?
“Caily liked you enough to get in a relationship with you. How is that fucking possible? How?! Just how?!” I grabbed his face tightly, pressing his bleeding head firmly to the wall.
“You darned bastard!” I cursed as I slammed the plier against his mouth, hard.
He kicked, struggled in his chained position as I rammed the plier against his mouth yet again. He cried out loud, his mouth opening and I didn’t take a second before I set the plier to his front tooth.
“Let’s pull this out now, shall we?”
He struggled even more, tears and beads of sweats terribly dripping from his body.
“For Caily, I was… I was willing to let you go but you turned out to be some shoddy assassin.” I pulled at the bloody tooth, enough to hurt terribly but not even to pull the teeth out yet.
“And still, I still wanted to just scare you off and let you leave here alive. Why? Why should I ever let go of someone I so badly want to butcher into a thousand pieces, burn and have the ashes smoked by my men? Why? It was still for her. I wanted you to continue living because Caily would get so… so fucking mad at me if I killed you but now…” I chuckled.
“What’s the point in keeping you alive anyways when she doesn’t just call me a monster but really sees me as one to her. So why should I hold back? Why should I keep a leash on myself when she knows me so much already?!” I pulled at the bloody tooth and a piercing scream of pain filled my ears as I moved two steps away from him.
“Prepare the foot cauldron and light it on fire. I want to watch his legs burn in them.”
“Aaaargh! Pheaseee… ” His cries became distorted as he begged.
“I won’t see Caily anymore…”
“Right. You really won’t see her anymore.” I affirmed and glanced back at the man I had shot in the thighs. He was still groaning in pain but he had not said a word apart from his groans. He must have known that, with me, pleading was the quickest way to death.
Finn dropped the cauldron on the floor beside Dylan and lifted the chained legs into the cauldron which had a two holes, only big enough to squeeze one’s foot in. I watched as Finn forced Dylan’s both legs down the hole.
“I… please don’t do this.” He cried but I took the match from Finn, lit it and threw it right into the cauldron.
The soft noise of fire booming came through and the tortured screams of Dylan followed right after.
I moved two steps away from him and grinned in satisfaction as he begged, cried, screamed and struggled all at the same time.
“This is relieving.” I let out a soft sigh.
‘Monster’ The word resounded in my head in Caily’s voice, taking my grin away.
“Do the boys have any assassination tasks they are yet to carry out here in the city?” I turned to Finn and saw him flinch for a second.
“I… there’s one for tonight, boss.”
“Good. I’ll take it up.”