In The Name Of Family

Ch 38- Hands on blood and head on water

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The darkness had spread its veil on the ground and the only thing that illuminated that abandoned building were some lights in the hands of some men, who worked for the mafia.
Although it was not seen well enough, a smile was placed on the lips of that man who sought revenge. Standing in front of him was a man, probably in his 60s, who was sitting on a chair, with a look of panic on his face.

He was holding a knife in his hand as he came around him, but then stopped right behind his back.
He brought the knife closer to his hand and began to stab him slowly, not wanting him to suffer immediately.
"Does it hurt yet, Buffet ?" he asked in a low voice as he was next to his ear.

He shook his head, but without saying a word. Of course because of the bandage he had in his mouth that prevented him.
Aiden smiled and lifted the knife up, cutting the bandage in his mouth.
The eyes of the man in front of him had started to redden again, this was the end for him and he knew it very well.

The smile didn't leave Aiden's lips, but the look he had was replaced by one more wild than before as he placed the knife to his neck. He starts to tear it slowly, precisely in the place where there was a wound from before.
Samuel starts to groan slowly from the pain, but not enough. In fact, even Aiden didn't want him to scream right away. He wanted it to be painful and long, just like his son's pain.

"Tell me Buffet, dose it hurt." He asked again.
"Not so much as the fact that your son will never accept what you are doing. He will call you a murderer." Samuel responded, trying to manipulate him.
Aiden stepped back a bit, thinking about his son. Really, what would he think if one day he found out that his father was like the monster that had made him suffer? A killer, he thought as a feeling of guilty described his body.

"He will never call you father. He doesn't like murderers." Samuel kept going and Aiden eyes turned red. He took the knife and stuck it deeper into his neck, though not deep enough to kill him.
"Scream!" He shouted in his face. Samuel screamed from pain.
"Tell me, do you feel the same pain that my son felt? Is dark enough Buffet, to compensate for my son's pain?" He hept shouting as anger took over him.

The knife then moved with his hand, going down and across the chest, creating a deep enough wound to increase the level of pain.
"Just kill meee!" Samuel screamed.
Aiden he inserted the knife a little deeper.
"Ahhhh!!" The shouts kept coming and increasing, so much so that even tears began to come out of his eyes. Aiden put his hand on his wound and squeezed it tightly.

"Why would I do such a thing? Even Miles screamed for mercy. Did you hear him?" Then he placed the knife in his thighs, slowly thrusting and rotating the knife inside.
"I'm sorry!" He cried. "I'm sorry!" he kept repeating, but now Aiden didn't care at all.

"Say your last prayer Buffet. Hell is waiting for you and I'm sure it won't be pretty at all." He finally said as he now placed the knife in his stomach.
"This is for Andrea." He hit him once. Samuel screamed.
"This is for Anhriel." He hit him twice as now Samuel seemed to be losing consciousness.
"Hang on a little." He said and then hit him for the last time.
"This is for Miles. Hope you burned in hell!" He groans for the last time.

Now Aiden's hands were covered in blood, but deep inside he felt satisfied as he looked to the dead body before him.
"Burn his body!" He ordered one of his man's.

Meanwhile, Anhriel was one floor below, in front of the man in the gray suit. He felt the  anger as it described his body. Because of his fault he had lived away from his wife for five years, but he controlled himself by keeping himself calm.