disposal

Chapter 7

Marcello's pov

I arched a brow. "Then make me understand."

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. "If I talk, I'm dead either way."

I leaned in, my voice a low, menacing whisper. "You were dead the moment you crossed me. The only difference is how much you suffer before it happens."

His jaw clenched, his entire body taut with tension. But the fear in his eyes had taken over now.

"They're bigger than you think," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "You're not the only predator in this game, Marcello."

I smirked. "Oh, I never assumed I was. But I am the only one standing in front of you right now."

A broken, bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "You're in deeper than you know."

I grabbed his face roughly, forcing him to look at me. "Who. Are. They?"

He hesitated, and I pulled back, pressing the barrel of the gun against his temple. "Names, Diego. Or I'll personally see to it that your daughter ends up the way Raya did,"

His breath hitched. "The Vasquez cartel," he choked out. "They've been watching you. Waiting for you to slip."

I stilled. That was unexpected.

I released my grip, stepping back as I processed his words. "Vasquez," I mused, rolling the name over my tongue.

Diego nodded weakly, his body slumped in exhaustion. "You've been playing a game you don't even realize you're in."

I chuckled darkly, tucking the gun back into my holster. "Oh, Diego," I murmured, shaking my head. "That's where you're wrong."

I turned to my men. "Clean this up," I ordered.

As they moved in, Diego's eyes widened in panic. "Wait! You said if I talked—"

I silenced him with a single glance. "I said you'd free yourself, Diego. And you did—just not in the way you expected."

My bullets tore through Diego's body, each shot precise and merciless. The first struck his shoulder, jerking him backward against the chair, a strangled cry escaping his lips. The second buried itself in his gut, his body convulsing as blood spilled over his already ruined clothes.

He gasped, his breaths coming in short, choked gulps. But I wasn't done.

I stepped closer, tilting my head as I watched him struggle. "You should've known, Diego," I murmured, pressing the barrel of my gun to his forehead. "Lying to me was your first mistake. Wasting my time was your last. More importantly when it was about the one woman you know I'd burn the world down for."

I pulled the trigger.

The final shot echoed through the room, silencing him forever. His body slumped forward, the life draining from his eyes.

I let out a slow breath, tucking my gun away as I turned to my men. "Burn it," I ordered, my voice devoid of emotion. "Make sure there's nothing left."

As they moved in to clean up the mess, I wiped the blood splatter from my sleeve.

"Where shall we head next Mr Marcello, the Vasquez or to the shipments?" Aaron asked.

I lifted my wrist to check the time.

"Eleven pm," I muttered and turned back to Aaron.

"What'd you think? The shipment or back to my wife" I asked, my face easing into almost a smile at the thought of her.

"I think we should head to the shipment while making sure Mrs Marcello recovers well, we'll deal with the shipment as well as the Vasquez family too," Aaron reasoned, peering at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Then let's leave for the shipment, also... I need all the details about the Vasquez family, balls, or any parties they've been held recently, I need the invite for two as early as possible, looks like it's way past their judgment day," I said and he nodded while we headed to the car parked outside.

The chauffeur started the car, turning around to the shipment base, and in a few minutes, the car stopped outside the base.

"Tell me what they did again?" I asked Aaron as we talked in closer.

"Five of the men stole some of the goods and sold them to a rival company, another one of them, took the new guns for their personal interest, rape, and murder a minor while the last one used the drugs on his wife, induced abortion, because of his mistress," he noted, making me stop in my tracks.

"Yes Mr Marcello, and they've had other kids, and he almost murdered them after his wife didn't make it from the abortion," he explained further while I continued with my walk into the base.

A sharp stench of blood and metal filtered through my nose as I stepped into the room, my eyes darting at the men who were already half dead.

"Is that the one who killed his wife?" I asked, pointing to the man who was completely untouched in the corner of the room.

"Yes, I had the men in charge leave him to you," Aaron explained.

"That's a very good one, have everyone one of these men die the same way they used my goods for, and the rapist..." I dragged, walking over to him.

His face was bruised, filled with dried blood and sweat, half his face was also swollen and either already blind or almost blind.

"Get me a knife, a blunt one," I ordered, and one of the men returned, placing a blunt, rusted knife in my hands.

"Strip him," I ordered, and his eyes bellowed in horror, his body racking aggressively in the chair.

I held my gun out, firing shots at his kneecaps and ankle, a loud crack echoing through the room as his screams tore through the air. His body convulsed, his face contorted in agony, but I wasn't done.

The men tore the last piece of clothing off his body, exposing his naked frame to me.

I crouched in front of him, gripping his jaw tightly, forcing him to meet my gaze. "You thought you could use my resources to destroy innocent lives?" I murmured, my voice dangerously calm. "Now, let's see how you like being on the receiving end."

I pressed the blunt, rusted knife against the trembling flesh of his lower body, dragging it slowly, deliberately, letting him feel every jagged edge as it tore through his skin.

His screams turned to ragged gasps, his body twitching violently against the restraints, and soon the raw bloodied skin of his manhood was only a few inches from falling off. My hands were drenched in blood, but the thought of how he rammed continuously into a minor only drove me further.