Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 185

Dad leaves the room for a moment, no one speaks, no one moves. The only sound is that of Pedro’s heavy breathing and the little chinking of chaine du 1e struggles to hold himself on his toes. Then I hear Dad’s footsteps as he comes back into the room, closing the door behind him with a little wooden box in his hand. He rounds the room stopping in front of everyone as he allows them to pull out a knife of their choosing from the box. They’re all different sizes. shapes and models. Quite a collection if I say so myself. I’m pretty sure every single one has a story to tell, and today, they’ll share a story, the slow and painful death of a man who thought he was larger than life.

When dad gets to me, he puts the box on a small table in the corner of the room. I raise my eyebrow in question. He’s not going to try and stop me from participating, is he? He smiles knowingly and pulls out a small black case from his jacket and holds it out in front of me. I look up at him before taking it in my own hands and opening it. I gasp and look back to him..

“Daddy, its beautiful!”

“This is a stiletto. One that’s been passed down through the family. I think you’ve earned this, Princess.”

It’s a long, slender blade with a needle–like point. It has a round guard and pommel and a dark wooden grip. I take it from the casing and run my finger along the blade. Oh, and it’s sharp too.

“It’s perfect, thank you!”

The tender moment doesn’t go unnoticed by Pedro. As soon as Dad steps away from me, his eyes go straight to the dagger in my hand, and I hold it up further so he can really see it. His pants darken at the crotch, and I scrunch my nose in disgust. It’s rude to piss yourself in company.

“Pedro. For your crimes against the Donatello, Capaldi, and Gonzales families, along with others, I’m sure. You will meet death today. Do you have any last words?” My Dad says loudly.

“FUCK YOU” Pedro spits out and my Dad’s hand moves quickly. His blade slashing across Pedro’s mouth in one swift move, cutting from cheek to cheek. The blood seeps, and drips in a beautiful red as it falls to the floor.

“One.” Dad says, stepping back. Mom steps forward next. Cutting his jacket and shirt from his body and dragging her blade softly against his skin as she rounds him, building the suspense, I’m sure. She stops behind him, and I watch as his bolt jolts. Her blade cutting a swift line along his spine. Not deep enough to damage anything important, but deep enough for her to be satisfied as he steps back.

“Two.” She says..

Kaiden’s dad is next. It’s not every day you see him anything but happy. Right now though, he looks purely murderous as he stalks forward. His knuckles are white with how tight he’s holding his blade and he doesn’t say a word as he compliments Mom’s cut on his back, slashing diagonally across it to make an upside down cross that I see as Pedro spins from the chains. “Three.”

Hunter’s Dad isn’t as quiet as he takes his turn. “You hurt my daughter, took my wife, tortured how many people? Children included. For that, you deserve all of this.” He slowly runs his knife along one collar bone, keeping his face completely stoic. “Four.”

Jose slashes the other collar bone with vengeance. “For my child.” He spits. “Five.”

Kaiden and Hunter move together, digging their blades into the back of Pedro’s shoulders and twisting them in sync with each other. “For our sister. Six.” Kaiden says. “And our mother. Seven.” Hunter finishes. Mia, who I’m surprised, decided to join us for this, steps in after them. Her hand slightly shaking with the knife as she points at it as Pedro. Her face morphs into fury as she speaks.

“Do you realize you almost fucked up my wedding plans? You don’t fuck with a girl’s special day, or her best friend!” She swings wildly, her blade catching along his chest in one long diagonal crimson line. “Eight.” I muffle a laugh with my hand as she turns to wink at me and walks back to Kaiden and Hunter, standing between them as they look at her in awe. Love sick little things they are. Mason and Nico also decide to go together, both of them wasting no time delivering two cuts right aboye his heart in the shape of an X. “Just marking the spot where we’ll rip your heart out from when we’re done.” Nico whispers. “Nine and ten. Mason counts.

I don’t take a turn yet. I know I can’t. I want the final blow, the one that takes his life as he looks me in the eye, knowing I was the one to end him. Instead I just fiddle with my new dagger, watching with complete adoration towards my family as they show their love with every slice.

Things start to speed up as everyone makes a tighter circle around Pedro. Their slices becoming quick and thoughtless as they each count out their strikes, one by one. It takes a while, but not too long that I get bored before Dad says the final number. “One thousand” and they all walk backwards to the walls as they look at me.

I push myself off the wall, walking lazily to Pedro who fails to keep his head up right as he cries and whimpers. His body is littered with cuts, seeping

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