Chapter 49
Luca and I head to the kitchen and find Luciano and Tony attempting to make breakfast. Attempting is the right word.
“Where’s Molly?” I ask, blushing when they both look up at me.
“She’s got the day off today. We thought we would try our hand at cooking, but it doesn’t seem to be going too well.” Tony says.
“Fucking toast.“, Luciano grumbles out, making me laugh.
“Alright, stand down boys. Now that I have two working hands I can cook.”
“You can cook?” Luca asks
s sitting me on the bench.
“I can. I just can’t walk so you can help bring me things.”
After half an hour we’re at the dining table with bacon, eggs and pancakes.
“This might actually be better than Molly’s“, Luca says with a mouthful of food.
she will try to n
“Yeah, just don’t tell her that or
retire early.” Luciano
o returns. “Your brothers called this morning,
ning, angel. They want to see you.”
1 spit juice out my nose and start choking. Luca rubs my back and Tony is out of his seat and kneeling beside me holding my hand.
“Well, that’s a casual way to bring it up.” I splutter out.
“You don’t have to. I did tell them I would ask and respect your wishes if you didn’t want to, but I do think it would be good for you to get some closure. I don’t believe they wanted to do what they did for all those years and without their help we might not have been able to get you out of
there.”
“Tony, can you help me to the music room please?” Avoiding that conversation. I need to get the hell out of here. Tony picks me up and I burry my face in his shirt as he carries me out.
“Honey?”
“I don’t want to even think about what has happened. My whole life has been one big fucking joke. Now they want me to step back into that hell hole and what? Sit down for fucking tea? Whether they wanted to or not, they stood there and watched every brutal act. I’m their baby sister and they watched it happen!” I’m not sad anymore, I’m angry, really angry.
“I know, love. I know. You don’t have to go back and face that if you don’t want okay? Do you want to play something?”
“I want to hit something! Causing him to smirk.
“Well then we’re in the wrong place.”
Tony Lakes me to the gym, only a couple of guys are here today, and they all give me a warm welcome back.
“How am I meant to do anything with these stupid, useless legs, Tony?”
“You don’t need your legs for these“, he says pulling out some throwing knives and moving my hair to face a target on the wall. I pull him down for a big kiss and place my forehead on his.
“You always know what I need.”
“Always. Now, little violence. Show me what you can do!”
The knives are perfect. Lightweight metal with fiercely sharp edges. I toss one in my hand, remembering the feeling of my first training session with ones just like these. I was nine and had only just a week prior landed my first hit on my father. That was all he needed to move on to weapons training with me. He had my brothers drag a man into the rooms and chained him to a wall standing up. There was enough stack in the thaims that he could move if he wished but my father had warned him it was probably best to stay still. My father handed me a box of knives and said “you will stay here until you can put two daggers in this man’s palmis. Sam and Carlos pried open his palms and drew red circles on them.
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When they let go, the man immediately closed his hands.
“How can I do that when he’s closed his fists!?”
“Make him open them.” He shrugged and then chained my feet to the floor. I threw the first knife and it bounced off the wall and clattered to the ground. The second went into his thigh. His screams made me flinch. I could only hope he was a bad man, that he deserved to be there. It took two days for me to land one in his palm and another day to get one into the other. He was barely alive from all the knives in him at that point. I was a mess mentally but I knew the only way to get myself out of there was to complete the task. Once I did, father had one of the housekeepers bring me food and water that I ravaged down without a second thought. Once I was done, Sam was told to unchain my legs and my father told me to go and retrieve my knives. I did, all 43 of them. Each pull spurting blood and cries from the man. Carlos and Sam dragged him away and my father then grabbed the housekeeper and forced her to the wall where he chained her. She didn’t put up much of a fight but she was visibly
shaking and crying. She didn’t deserve to be there. He drew a large circle around her body on the wall and then turned to secure me back to my
chains.
“Now, all of those knives you just pulled from that man’s body. You’re going to throw them at dear little Leslie here. I want them inside the circle but not in her body. Understand? All of them. Or you both stay here until you do.” And he walked away and left. I didn’t want to hurt her. She had been around for years, and I suspected she was one of the few who would sneak me food when I was locked up. “It it it’s okay miss“, she stuttered out.
“No, Leslie I can’t!”
“You can, it’s okay. It’s the only way. Do it!”
I was so determined not to hurt her. Every throw was calculated and precise. I didn’t land one out of place and she encouraged me each time, praising me on how well I was doing. When I got to the last knife I was about to throw it when the door opened and my father came back inside. “Hmm, it seems you’re motivated when you care. I don’t need you to care though. Caring for people makes you weak. Put that last dagger in her heart or you can watch as I tear her apart piece by piece slowly.” Leslie was crying hysterically now. Her eyes locked on me in a pleading way that said ‘please just end it quickly. When I didn’t move my father stood behind her and begun to drag a knife up her inner thigh. She screamed and screamed and the room began to dim in my vision. I saw nothing and everything as I flicked the knife quickly, landing straight into her heart as I watched her eyes flutter shit and her body slump. “Good. Now you understand.”
I shake off the memory and look at Tony who’s waiting patiently for me to begin. I throw the knives, one after another, hitting the target exactly where I want. Once I’ve run out and he retrieves them I ask, “Do we have anyone in the cells who’s deserving of playing a little game?”
