Deviant (18 page)

“I would love to,” he growled, staring up at Katie with nothing but lust in his eyes.

With a tap on Samantha’s ass, she got up. I sat up with her, holding her hand. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Carmichael,” I said with a smile, heading for the door. “Katie, could you take Mr. Carmichael to room thirty-six?” She nodded, but still sat on Carmichael’s lap. “Aidan, when I’ve finished with Samantha, would you like it if I sent her to your room?”

He smiled like a fucking Cheshire cat. I was beginning to think he thought all his Christmases and birthdays had been wrapped up into one day.

“If her pussy is made out of gold like you said, then fuck, yeah!” he boomed.

I chuckled, but felt sick to my stomach. Time to end this charade. “Samantha, after you,” I said, motioning her to the door. She walked through, blouse in hand, tits bouncing as she went. For any man, this would be the turn-on of the century, but for me, she did nothing to raise the beast.

Once we were in the hallway, I grabbed Samantha’s blouse and offered to place it back on. She diligently complied, turning around with a smile.

“Thank you for playing your part,” I said, pulling the arms of her blouse up. “If you wouldn’t mind, go hide out in room thirty-four. Give it about an hour, then leave to see to Carmichael. I have to go.”

She nodded and I turned to leave, then I felt her hand on my arm. “Dean, if you fancy carrying on later where you left off, I would be more than happy to visit you. Just give me a place and time, and I’ll be there.”

I shook my head with a smile. “I don’t touch any of my women, Samantha. Rule number one.”

Walking towards me, she placed her finger on my lips. “You touched me tonight,” she purred, trailing her finger along my lips. “I liked it and I want more.”

I stepped away, motioning for the stairs. “That was just a one-time thing, Samantha. Now, do as you’re told and get up the stairs before Carmichael and Katie come out here. I have somewhere I need to be.”

I walked off, noting that Samantha was going up the stairs with a not-too-pleased expression on her face. This was one of the reasons I never touched my girls. They could get clingy, which would complicate matters. When I did fuck girls, I made sure I vetted them beforehand. And I also made sure they knew it would only be a one-time affair. I never fuck a woman more than once. It had been my motto since I was eighteen. Well, it
was
until I met Tyler again. She was the exception to the rule. She was my puppet for revenge.

Walking through the garage, I took the keys of the hook for the Aston Martin Vanquish. I felt like I needed style for today. Something sleek and soothing to help me relax before what I was about to do.

“Taking the Vanquish this time?” Humphrey noted from the shadows, as I placed one foot in the car.

“I feel like I need the change. Be back in forty-five minutes.” He nodded, I got in and, with one click of the button, the garage door opened. I drove a little forward and, just before I left, I looked out the open window at Humphrey. “Make sure all our guests are taken care of, old man.”

With that, I sped off, noticing Humphrey scowling, throwing something in my direction. I laughed, but soon had to concentrate on the task at hand. Pulling out my phone, I rang Jimmy. “Jimmy, is he still ready for me?”

I heard him laugh, then a smack. A cry came reverberating through the phone. “Yep. I’m keeping him warm for you.”

“Good. I’ll be there in fifteen.” Tossing my phone onto the passenger seat, I pressed my foot on the accelerator, listening to the purr of the V8. It got me every time. It was hard not to resist closing my eyes and just giving in to that sound.

The cold coming in through the window filled my nostrils and invaded my lungs. I needed this now—this bite. I needed to keep alert, stay focused. I had been planning this for years and I was finally getting my ultimate revenge.

Once I pulled up outside the warehouse, I flicked open my glove compartment and pulled out my knife. It had a nice serrated edge, and I was going to use it to my full advantage tonight.

As I stepped out of the car, the smell of pollution from the River Thames hit with a pungent force. In a sense, it soothed me, knowing this was where Antonio Pinzano’s final resting place would be. He deserved to rot in a polluted river, as he was just polluted as it was.

Feeling my breath hitch with adrenaline, I walked over to the sliding door and pulled it open, saying hello to Nicky as I went. I walked in and the smell of burning flesh hit me. I could never get over that smell. No matter how used to it I was, it still caused me to gag.

I breathed it in, forcing it down my throat so I could get used to the smell quicker. It never left you, though…even long after you had left the dead.

I walked up the stairs to the landing and all was quiet…until I heard the hissing sound of a hot poker on skin. A voice cried out in Italian, screaming that Jimmy was a fucking asshole. I had to laugh at that. Even after all this time of being tortured, Pinzano still tried to show some balls. The thing was, he wouldn’t have any left once I was done with him.

When I walked in, Pinzano was hanging upside down over a burning pit. Most of his hair had been singed away, causing blisters to form at the top of his head. The smell was worse up here, but I forced down the urge to gag. I didn’t know how Jimmy managed it. He looked as cool as a cucumber.

As he hung there, I watched the blood dripping from all the various burns and cuts that Jimmy had inflicted on him. With each drip, the fire hissed, causing the flames to burn brighter. That certainly wasn’t good news for Mr. Pinzano.

“Ah, our star guest has arrived, Mr. Pinzano. You will be pleased.” Jimmy beamed towards me, and Antonio Pinzano strained against his restraints. He couldn’t see me because he was blindfolded. I requested that. I wanted to be up close when he finally saw me. I wanted to be up close when I stared into the eyes of the man who ordered my parents’ deaths. To see the shock and the fear in his eyes when he realized who was behind his sudden kidnapping.

To be honest, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. His love of alcohol and women was ultimately his demise. I got one of my girls, Serena, to coax him to a flat nearby that I owned. I hardly ever used it and it was in a perfect spot to plan my revenge. I never wanted the flat. It was just a strategic buy. That was how long I had been planning this day. Pinzano was becoming weak and predictable. He was using the same bar time and time again. He picked up women and left his men outside whilst he went in to fuck them. He was getting complacent but, just like always, I was watching him. For years, I studied his daily routine and quickly picked up his pattern. Ultimately, it was his downfall.

“How is S?” I asked, meaning Serena.

“She’s fine. She parked her pretty little ass on his lap and he was gone. Apparently, he couldn’t get his dick out fast enough once she got him back to the flat. It was just as well I turned up when I did. I think she found him revolting.” He laughed and I chuckled along with him. I should imagine a lot of my girls felt like that most of the time. I never forced them. I just asked that if they weren’t up for the job, they should leave. They always had the right to refuse a client. I just asked that they had a decent reason why.

I calmed and took a look at Pinzano hanging there, practically burning alive. Every now and then, he would whimper or howl as the burns got to be too much. It was time to put him out of his misery.

Crouching down, I gazed at the face of the man who ruined my life. Raising my hand, I untied the bandana from around his eyes, getting ready to look into them one last time.

Once it was off, Pinzano blinked a few times, then his gaze settled on me. He frowned, trying to place who I was, but then a spark of recognition flared. There it was. That look I had been waiting to see for the last thirteen fucking years. The euphoria inside felt like nothing I had ever experienced.

“Pinzano, you sick fuck. How the devil are you?” I smiled like he was my long-lost friend.

“You!” he cried, although it was pained. “I should have sent my men to look for you that night.”

I nodded. “Yes, you should have. You underestimated that skinny, fragile-looking boy. Not so skinny and fragile now, am I?”

“
Mi metterò per questa (I will get you for this)!”

I shook my head, tut-tutting as I took my knife out. “That’s no way to greet the boy whose parents you took away from him, is it? But I’ll let you in on a little secret, shall I? You won’t be getting me at all. And do you know why? Because in approximately, say, five minutes time, you will be dead.”

“You fucking asshole!”

I looked up at Jimmy and shook my head. “He’s not happy, is he, Jimmy?”

Jimmy shook his head, smiling. “No, boss. He’s not happy at all.”

Turning back to look at Pinzano, I frowned. “Do you think I should try and put a smile on his face?” I looked back up at Jimmy.

“Oh, yes,” he said, nodding. “It’s the least we can do.”

Positioning my knife, I held it horizontally in his mouth. Pinzano started screaming, panic radiating through his veins. With one forceful shove, I pushed as hard as I could, hearing the flesh being cut as I went. Pinzano screamed and even whimpered, but I couldn’t give a fuck.

I stepped back, the heat from the fire pit getting to me. I stood there with Jimmy, our heads cocked to one side, admiring my handiwork.

“I think I could have done a little better with the left side of his face. What do you think, Jimmy?”

Jimmy bent his head further down to get a better look. He frowned, then nodded. “Yeah, just a little bit crooked there, but it’s better to see him smile now. He was starting to depress the fuck out of me.”

Leaning forward a bit, I wiped my blade on Pinzano’s clothes. “It’s awfully fucking messy, this killing business.” I patted Pinzano’s protruding belly. “Don’t you worry, sunshine. This will all be over in a bit. There’s just one more thing I need to do before you rest with da fishes.” I laughed and could hear Jimmy laughing, too. He knew just what I meant, though, so he fetched me the Samurai sword I had designed just for this day. Jimmy walked back from the corner of the room, handing it over. I inspected it for a moment, admiring its shine. At the base of the sword was an inscription of a lotus flower. It was truly magnificent.

Pinzano saw it and the panic rose again as I positioned it to his right wrist. “You know, I’ve always wanted the day to come where I get to chop off the hands of the scumbag who killed my parents. Now that I am here, I think I need to take a breather. You know, just to take it all in.”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep, relaxing breath. I could hear Pinzano whimpering. He knew what was coming and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

As I opened my eyes, I struck. It didn’t take much effort to chop off his right hand. It was on the floor within a fraction of a second. Pinzano screamed, but it was a little difficult considering half his face was cut up. “That was for killing my mother, Isabella Scozzari.”

I didn’t waste any time. I walked over to the other side and struck at his other hand, watching it fall to the floor. By now, there was blood everywhere. It amazed me how he was still alive. “And that, my little shit-bag friend, was for my father, Michael Scozzari.” I handed the Samurai back to Jimmy and retrieved my serrated knife.

I knelt down again, looking into the pained eyes of my nemesis. “And this,” I said, placing the knife at his throat, “is for the family they left behind.” With one quick swipe, I cut his throat. Pinzano gagged and gargled but, pretty soon, his body went lax.

Pulling out Pinzano’s handkerchief, I wiped the blade again, then placed the handkerchief back into his top pocket. Once I was ready to leave, I turned to Jimmy. “You okay with taking care of the rest.”

Jimmy nodded. “I have Nicky waiting out front. He’ll give me a hand. Don’t worry. We have it covered.”

As I walked towards the door, I patted Jimmy on the back. “Thanks, my friend. The rest of the money has been wired already.”

Jimmy nodded. “It was my pleasure.”

Nodding to Nicky on my way out, I made my way back to the Vanquish. I had to get home to make sure I was there in the eventuality Carmichael would want to leave—after being fucked into oblivion, of course. I knew the girls would have their work cut out for them. No doubt that the minute Katie had her mouth around his cock, he probably came within ten seconds. Fucking chump.

I looked at my watch, noting that I had been gone for forty minutes. Everything was going according to plan. I just needed to make sure I got home in a hurry—and without being spotted by the police. Every instinct in me wanted to put my foot down and embrace the speed. I wanted to wind down my window, have the cold breeze hit my skin, hear the roar of my V8 as it raced down the road. I couldn’t, though. I would have to save that for another time. For now, getting back without being caught was my number one goal.

I couldn’t help the smile, though. I couldn’t get the image of Pinzano upside down like the pig he is, being burned slowly and roasted alive out of my mind. How many times had I dreamt of this night, planning it down to the very last detail? Now that the scumbag was gone, I could concentrate on Tyler a bit more. No doubt she was a little pissed at me for leaving her for so many days, and she would probably be pissed at me for not using a condom.