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“Did you hear me, asshole?” Pete yelled “You cannot do this!”

I sighed, turning around, staring at the piece of shit who gave ift and a curse when he tried to sell Sienna to me

My steps echoed off the marble floor and his eyes widened in fear as I approached, his bravado h to smell he’d pissed himself

“I am a Catalano,” I said, my voice even “I can do whatever the fuck I want”

I held his eyes for a longpair of balls

He kept quiet, his lower lip quivering

I walked back over to the table, considering what I was going to do to him The day ahead was busy, I didn’t have the time I wanted to spend If I had itSienna down here and fuck her in front of him as he took his last breath

My fingers landed on the hilt of my favorite knife, sharpened after every kill It was polished to a mirror finish, the handle oiled weekly

“Though I don’t consider you to be an intelligentthat has happened to you in your miserable life, I’m sure you’ve heard of the ter onto the knife and turning around

Pete thrashed when I spoke, when he saw the knife glinting against the light His chair didn’t ainst the o anywhere

He wasn’t going anywhere ever again

“It was a form of torture and execution used by the second emperor of the Qin Dynasty andhis whichi” I s the knife toward his face “Many cultures have different interpretations of this method, of course”