Nothing Above You

Eighteen

Warning: contains violence, gore, and blood

Enzo Marcelo

"You really thought I would let you go?" I raise my eyebrow and smile wickedly as I look at the man who is tied up in front of me. A cloth covers his mouth as he shouts and screams in fear.

My men watch me as I torture the old man. "You dared to touch him." I slide my fingers along the hand that is tied to the arm of the chair. "Was this one of the filthy fingers?" I smile innocently and slide my knife lightly along his finger. I look at the man who dared to touch Mateo in the club. That fucking old hag.

"Did he allow you to? I don't think so." I say and slowly start to dig my knife in his smallest finger. He starts to scream loudly in pain as the blood starts to draw out of his finger. His face is covered in sweat as his eyes beg for mercy in just mere seconds.

"I don't think you should be having these anymore." I say cutting of his pinky. The blood covers my knife and some of it smudges over my hand. The finger falls on the floor and the man cries in agony.

I chuckle when I hear his screams.

Better.

"You do not touch what belongs to me." I say with so much venom in my voice. I grab the collar of his shirt and hold him close. "You do not hurt the person I care about." I grit my teeth and within seconds I cut his second finger, chopping it off.

The man screams more, tears falling from his face. Muffled screams come from his mouth as he speaks but I ignore them.

"You do not fucking touch the person I treasure." I shout when the picture of him touching Mateo comes to me mind. His tears filling my mind.

With a huge chomp, his hand falls on the ground as blood streams through his arm. The man cries and cries in the chair, falling on the ground with the chair. The man shakes in pain. Some of the drop of his blood splatter on my face and I look at him with cold eyes.

Taking my gun out, I point it at him. "I can't give you another chance to grope someone else. There are many monsters on earth, it won't make a different if I send one back to hell, will it?" I tilt my head and smirk. The man looks at me with fear in his eyes and it makes me feel good. "I shall end this torture for you." I pull the trigger and end the man's life.

"Clean the mess. I want his every part chopped and fed to the dogs." I order and walk out of the room. One of my man holds a water bottle for me to clean myself.

He pours some water in my hand and I wash my face as I stand out of the abandoned building. I then clean my hands and dry them with the towel the man gives me.

I had never planned to forgive this man. That day, I had let him go because Mateo asked me to. I had send my man to search him and once they finally found him, the urge to kill him made me restless. Now that I have killed him, I feel relieved knowing that the hand that touched Mateo is ripped in pieces.

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I walk out of the car and make my way to my private jet. The jets rolls, ready to fly. My suit and hair flies when the strong wind hits me.

"Mr. Marcelo." The pilot shakes his hand with me and tells me that he will make this flight as safe as possible.

"Much appreciated." I smile and walk the stairs to get in the plane.
Maria walks behind me with her purse in her hand. Her heels make the sound of click. I take a seat that is only for me and Maria sits somewhere behind. My bodyguards follow behind her with their weapons.