"I should have put a bullet through you when I saw you in the restaurant with your grubby hands all over my wife," he gritted through clenched teeth, as he kept his hands firm on the barrel he'd pressed against my head.
"Put the gun down, Marcello," I murmured. "Your father is dead, your sister is dead. Nearly all of your men have dropped dead. You're not going to win this battle. Put the gun down."
"NEVER!" he roared. "You motherfucker, who the fuck do you think you are? Intruding on my personal life, interfering with things that are none of your concern! YOU won't win!"
I let out a low chuckle.
"You're outnumbered, Marcello. It's you against the entire Sicilian Mafia. Your entire organization has gone to shit," I snarled, my voice dropping to barely below a whisper.
"You're lying," he gritted. "We were expanding to the United Kingdom. I can call them over. You can't win this war, bastard. It doesn't matter how many of my men you take out. There'll always be more that you don't know about."
"That's where you're wrong." I chuckled, cocking my head to the side. "You lost your only leverage. The Oud business you thieved off of Zara's dead father. I know that was the only chance you had of expanding to the United Kingdom. But I've signed it back over to her. Now, you can't even clean your blood money anymore."
Marcello stumbled backwards, caught off guard by my revelation. As soon as he lost control of the situation, I doubled over, knocking the barrel out of his hands, and knocked him down to the ground. I towered over the motherfucker, and began beating him severely, punching him for all I was worth.
"This-"
Punch.
"Is-"
Punch.
"For-"
Punch.
"Everything you fucking did to Zara."
Punch.
Punch.
Punch.
He spluttered, coughing out blood, his cries getting weaker and weaker with every blow that he took. Struggling underneath my harsh grip, as the wind knocked out of his lungs.
But I didn't stop.
It wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
He needed torturing to death.
I unzipped the buckle of his jeans, pulling them down, and he cried out in embarrassment and humiliation.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" he spluttered. "Why are you taking my clothes off?!"
"This is how degraded women feel when you say disgusting shit to them. When you force them to do sexual shit with you against their fucking will," I snarled, pulling his boxers down.
"Oh God, please stop! Fuck! Stop it! Stop it, you fucking bastard!"
His cock sprung free. I stood on it with all of my weight, severing his balls, causing him to scream and wail out in pain, his lungs constricting as he struggled for air.
"FUCKKKKKK!" he roared.
"This will teach you a fucking lesson not to force yourself on women. Not to force women to love your disgusting, sick-minded ass."
I shot him up his crotch, and he screamed bloody murder, as he convulsed underneath me, his face going blue from the pain and agony that I was putting him through.
"All of this for a b – basic w – whore who is so easily replaceable a – and d – disposable…" he struggled, kicking and wailing as blood gushed out of his body. "W – what is so special about h – her?"
"She gives me hope. Makes me believe that happily ever after's exist… Even for a motherfucker like me. The Grim fucking Reaper. Sees me for who I am… But she doesn't hate me for it. She embraces it. Doesn't want me to change. Loves me with all of my flaws and imperfections. Doesn't expect me to conform to a standard I know I can't meet. I can be myself around her…"
I drifted off my sentence.
"And she can be herself around me."
Marcello opened his mouth to speak, but a single word wouldn't come out, as he coughed out blood.
I'd got the revenge I so fucking desperately needed.
I watched Marcello struggle and thrash about his spot, as the life sucked straight out of his body.
Bleeding out to his fucking death.
It was only a matter of time now until he would meet the Angel of Death, get his soul sucked straight out of him…
Get dragged straight to Hell.
I turned on my heel, making my way out of his mansion.
Allowing the wind to hit me in my face, as I took in my surroundings.
Knowing that the war was finally over.
And finally, finally, after years and years of hurting and suffering…
I'd met the woman who made me whole.
Who made me content.
Who filled my void.
I was finally going to get my own happily ever after…
With a woman who finally brought my heart at peace.