Her Secrets

5

After Quentin gave up the location of his other friend, I spent a few more minutes torturing him before I shoved the fabric in his mouth again and again took off his pants before cutting his dick off as promised. It was a disgusting thing to do but he deserved it, really. I then removed the cloth from his mouth before putting his dick inside. His eyes widened as he tried to take it out but he couldn't. He choked on it while I slit his throat and watched him die slowly. It was fun.

Taking out my phone, I called the familiar name and waited for him to answer.

"Yes?"

Alessio's voice was oddly blank. He lost the love of his life a few months ago, I wouldn't blame him. What happened to him and Thea was unfair, really. I felt bad for him. He had been broken before, with that Liza or something like that girl. Apparently, she was working for the Mexican mafia and was also cheating on him. My brother lost it that day, he tortured the girl right in front of me in the worst ways possible. I remember taking part in it as well by cutting her fingers off one by one.

Anyway, Alessio had never been broken like that. Liliana was nothing compared to Thea and I knew that. He would always talk about her and show me her pictures but I never got to meet her though he promised he would introduce us one day.

That day never came. All thanks to Luigi motherfucking Gonzalez.

I haven't seen Alessio since the funeral, I did go there to see him. I even offered him a hug which was so not me—but I did it anyway. I remember seeing his friend there, I think his name was Sean or something. He was the American Mafia Leader and a very very hot dude might I add.

"I'm gonna need you to send a few of your men in the address I'll send you in a few seconds," I responded earning a small groan from him, "who'd you kill this time?"

"I swear, he deserved it." I stated. Alessio did not know about my past, nobody did. I was raped at the young age of twelve by Quentin and a few friends of his, they were all friends with my mom. It happened one night when my mother wasn't home, these men barged in my house and thought it was a good idea to rape a defenseless child. I had a hard time coping with that shit, I promised myself that I would hunt them down and kill them one by one. And I was never one to break my promises.

Life became better when I found out that the man who I thought was my father was not really my father. Apparently, my father was a dude named Robert Romano and my stupid mother knew about him yet she didn't tell me.

Oh, how I lost it that day—I tortured my excuse of a mother to death. I've always loathed her for bringing men home but when she hid something that big from me, I couldn't. She was never really a good mom, anyway. She would make me work for her, clean the house, hit me every now and then, so when I found out that she had been lying to me about who my father was, it was like something just clicked inside of me and I completely lost it.

My fifteen year old self was so thrilled when Alessio told me that he was my brother. He said that he found out about my existence through some old papers in his—our father's office in his burnt house. It was the next day that I tortured and kill my mother, and he offered to help. What a nice brother, no? The best, really.

He also told me about his job and that I had another sister but it would be safer for me if I stayed hidden and keep my real identity a secret so I did. I had my own goal in life and that was to avenge myself. That was exactly what I was doing.

"Fine," he sighed, "I'll take care of it. Hey, I've been thinking, would you like to come to my house tomorrow? You've been wanting to see Luigi, right? How about you come over and give him a piece of your mind?"

"Of course," I grinned even though he couldn't see me, "I'll see you tomorrow." I then disconnected the call and sent him the address. I was about to turn around when I felt someone apply their hand right on my pressure point making me lose consciousness within seconds. The last thing I remembered hearing was, “we got her.”