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WARNING AND TRIGGERS
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Death, violence, detailed torture, mention of child abuse, mention of past CSA, past neglect. If any of this is possibly triggering for you please do no continue.
Please note,the purpose of this book is for romance entertainmentonly. This is a work of fiction. Enjoy your time out of reality.
The soundof my hammer cracking against skull was loud. Bone broke, and bits of brain and blood stuck to my instrument. I turned it around toward me, frowning at the mess of skin and hair clumped onto the metal.
I sucked my teeth. “Damn, my favorite hammer.”
“It’s a hammer. How much can it really be damaged?” Benito asked.
“Look, she’s flaking!” I pointed out, spinning the hammer around and showing it to him. “See? Right there! Skull fragments are terrible for hammers.”
The man on the ground coughed out blood, his whole body trembling. I scrunched up my nose as the distinct smell of piss filled the air.
“Will you fucking die already?” I groaned.
I brought the hammer down once more. The vibration of steel against bone ran up my arm, making it tingle.I love that sensation.Nothing compared to the way it felt to hit something with Silvy.
“Will you finish this up?” Benito asked. “I’ve got things to do, and so do you.”
Enzo dragged a body and dropped it on the ground. “Fucking hurry up. I have things to do too. You’re playing around.”
I groaned. “You’re both boring as hell.”
So what if I liked playing with my food? It wasn’t every day that I could get the release I was looking for. One that shook the deepest parts of me. Usually, I was forced to keep it all in check and deal with the boring shit Benito assigned me to do. Not right now, though.Sweet freedom.
I crashed the hammer into the man’s head one last time, and he stopped twitching. Panting, I stood up and twirled Silvy in my hand. Three bodies were piled up, each needing to be broken down and disposed of. Enzo and Benito had already started, which left the last one for me.
“Clothes,” Enzo said, snapping his fingers. “You’re a mess, and I need to destroy those.”
I looked down at my blood and brain-stained suit. “You know we’re disposing of bodies here, right? Things are going to get messier.”
“I’m having a cleaning crew brought in.” Benito shook his phone at me. “Give him the clothes. You have new ones on the way.”
Great.
As much as I loved my brothers, I wanted to kill them sometimes. Enzo was being impatient as always, but it was enhanced by the fact he had a tall, big-chested, sexy boyfriend at home.
I’d kill for someone to be waiting for me.
When I went home, the only thing that greeted me was silence. Benito working me overtime was a godsend at times. It was better than wandering around my empty house. Alone.
“Are you good?” Benito asked.
I gazed over at him and nodded. “Yeah. I’m good,” I said, my tone more clipped than I wanted it to be. I cleared my throat. “Guess I’m just tired. I still have that meeting.”
“Yes, I know,” Benito said, taking my clothes as I stripped and passing them over to Enzo. “It shouldn’t take too long. You can go home and get some rest soon.”
“Yeah. Great.”
Benito peered at me more carefully. I turned away from him as quickly as I could. My older brother was entirely too good at reading me. I didn’t want him to see me when I was feeling vulnerable. When I turned around, Enzo was carrying my hammer off.
“Hey! What the fuck are you doing?”
“Cleaning it,” he said flatly. “Do you want to do it?”
