Chapter 130 One Down
Dakota's P.O.V.
When my mom and I hugged, I kept my eyes on Dominick. I knew he wouldn't just let us go. As soon as I saw the gun, it reminded me of Grandpa Chrissy. I shoved my mom to the ground and fell on top of her. However, the bullet never came in our direction.
"He's down." I hear someone yell. I stand and pull my mom up. Three of the security men are standing over Dominick with their guns pointed at him. He's holding his thigh where blood is pouring out. I look at Uncle Yegor.
"Do you recognize this piece of shit now?" I ask him. He studies Dominick.
"Is your mother Carrie?" Uncle Yegor asks him.
"You know she is, and you know I'm your son." Dominick tries to get up, so I kick him in the leg where he was shot.
"You stay on the ground where you belong," I tell him.
"I'm not your dad. I never slept with your mother. She worked for us and tried to blackmail me, and when my dad found out, he fired her." Dominick shakes his head.
"You're lying. You're a piece of shit, just like she said. Before I killed her, she said you were my father. Now let me up so I can go to the hospital." Oh, he wants to get up, does he?
"Great idea." I look at one of Galdino's men. "Help him up and take him into the warehouse. I think we need to welcome him to the family and show him exactly what happens to people who fuck with us."
The man drags a screaming Dominick into the warehouse. I look at my parents. I know they may not want to see what's about to happen.
"What did Detective Klein do to you?" I ask my mom.
"He stuck his penis in my mouth, and I bit the end of it so hard a chunk came off. When he moved off me, I sat up, head-butted him, and kicked him to the floor. I kicked his bleeding penis a few times. He had a knife stuck in the desk, and I used it to cut through the zip ties they had on my hands." I look at her in disbelief and start laughing.
"I'm going to kill him," Dad says.
"They're both about to get what's coming to them. Do you want to be in there?" They look at each other.
"One of them killed my dad while trying to kill my daughter. The other tried to rape me. I'm not the type of person who enjoys someone else's suffering, but they both deserve it." Mom may look sweet and kind, but she's a Kondrati through and through.
"Let's go." Dad puts his arms around us, and we go inside the warehouse. Everyone looks at me when we walk in. They have both of them tied to chairs. Detective Klein's pants are still down, and I see the big chunk missing from his penis.
"As small as his penis is, I'm surprised you didn't bite off the entire thing. It can't be even the size of a Vienna sausage." I walk over to him and put my foot on the chair so I can step on his injured penis.
"You bitch!" he screams at me. I slap him hard across the face.
"You tried to rape my mother, and you helped this idiot kidnap her. What do you think you deserve?" I push the toe of my shoe on him again, and he screams.
"I'm a detective. You will go to jail for a long time for this." I look around and shake my head.
"He doesn't get it, does he? You're not leaving here alive, and no one will ever find your body when we're done. How many other women have you raped? The difference between my family and some of the other families is that we don't enjoy making people suffer. Unless they deserve it, and you deserve it." I push down as hard as I can on his penis, and he starts crying.
"I'll tell you every woman I raped and every bad thing I did, just don't kill me." I look around at everyone else as I remove my foot. They're all standing back, watching me.
"What do you guys think? Should we let this piece of shit live?" I pick up a metal pipe from the floor and hit it against my hand. My mom walks over and kicks the detective in the face, making his chair fall backward.
"He just admitted to raping multiple women and being a rat. Why waste taxpayer money only for him to get off on a technicality?" She kicks him again before returning to my dad. I look at him, and he nods. He walks over and sits Detective Klein back up.
"You kidnapped and attempted to rape my wife. Let me finish what she started." He gets the knife off the desk, and one of the security guys stands behind the chair, holding it up. Dad leans down, and with one swipe, what's left of the tiny penis is lying on the ground. The detective screams as blood pours from him.
"A jury of your peers has found you guilty and sentenced you to death. Goodbye, tiny dick prick." I swing the metal pipe and hit him in the head as hard as I can. After a few times, he's knocked out but still breathing.
"Finish him." Two of Galdino's men take him to another room and come back out a minute later, wiping blood from their hands.
"It's done," one of them says. I turn to Dominick, who is looking rather pale. It may be due to blood loss, fear, or a mixture of both. I don't care. He killed my grandpa, planted the bomb in the SUV, and was responsible for kidnapping my mom.