Perfectly Wicked, Epilogue
Perfectly Wicked
By Jason D. Karl
Author's Note:
This story is dark, twisted, erotic fantasy fiction about killers with paranormal abilities. It is the product of the author's imagination and should not be construed as real in any way. This should be read only by adults of legal age. The story contains explicit gay sex and the type of violence found in vampire stories. Don't try this at home or anywhere else. The author neither condones nor promotes doing anything like this in real life.
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Epilogue
Two years later.
Ignacio Ferreira's day couldn't have gotten any better. The war was over. The Perdedores were all dead. The other cartels had been crushed, and their remnants had just agreed to become part of his organization. What a long way he'd come from the favelas of Rio.
He had won. Time to run Pior Fossa his way.
Oh, but there was work to be done. Soon the baby farms would reopen and start cranking out little angels that all those white motherfuckers would pay any price to "adopt." Cocaine would once again pass through Pior Fossa on its way to the United States and Canada. And best of all, he was poised to start taking over the Mexican heroin trade.
Ferreira didn't often assemble all of his lieutenants for a meeting, but today was special. And since he now owned the police, he could flaunt his power by having the meeting at a big hotel conference room. There was a victory to celebrate and new lines of business to start.
Of the newer faces, the biggest surprise had been Carlo Namorado. Really, the only reason Ferreira had taken him in was because he alone had survived when the Perdedores had paid that cop to take out the Fraldas gang. Honestly, he hadn't thought the guy would amount to much, but Carlo had been hit by seven bullets and still managed to take down the thug who was trying to kill Ferreira. Then he just dug the bullets out with a knife, slapped some tape on the holes, and kept going. Now, that was the kind of badass he wanted in his inner circle.
Good. Everyone was here. He'd tell them to have a seat and...
Simultaneously, all of the men in the room except Carlo pulled out their knives and stuck them to their own throats. Ferreira too. His right arm moved of its own accord and did the same thing. Holy fucking shit! What the...
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Kyle Truhan walked into the room. No one moved to stop him. No one moved at all. He glared at Ignacio Ferreira. Without a word, the cartel boss got up out of the head chair and lay down on the conference table.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Bruxo. I hope I said that right. My Portuguese isn't so great. In Spanish, I'm known as Brujo. In English, I'm the Witch Boy. And this is what's known as a hostile takeover." Then he took the vacated seat.
One of them started to say something, but Kyle casually waved his hand. The man slit his own throat.
"As your not-so-esteemed colleague was about to say in rather offensive terms, I am gay. I am a prostitute and proud of it. Some of you undoubtedly have seen me in front of The Nitery getting my ass pounded, or maybe I was doing the butt-fucking. I am happy to partake in all of the delights that homosexuality has to offer."
Kyle scowled at another man, who immediately began disemboweling himself. "Effective immediately, this organization is officially gay-friendly. That applies to bi and transgender folk too. We're even going to open up a gay youth center. I know a pot-smoking granny who'd make a great housemother. But I digress...
"Homophobia and transphobia now carry the death penalty. If you mistreat or show contempt for LGBT+ folk, you die. Period. There are no warnings or second chances. Heterosexuals will be tolerated as long as they know their place--and maybe let men suck their dicks for charitable purposes."
Kyle glanced at Ferreira. The man began ripping his own clothes off with an expression of utter bewilderment.
"Let us treat this as a learning opportunity. Who here knows the word 'evirate'?"
The room was silent.
"Hmm. Disappointing, but not unexpected. It's an old word meaning 'castrate.' As in, 'I will make anyone who opposes me evirate himself. ' Well, unless I'm in a bad mood, in which case I'll make you cut off your own cock. That's called an 'autopenectomy,' by the way." Kyle smiled as he looked at the horror-stricken faces in the room.
"Now, I know what you must be thinking. 'This man's a gay whore. How does he know all this stuff ? ' Well, it is true that most prostitutes do it out of desperation. Me? Not so much. I'm smart and went into the line of work that suited my interests. And I've made a considerable fortune doing it. I sleep contentedly with a belly and ass full of cum. What more could I ask from life? Well, quite a bit actually."
He stood up and looked contemptuously at Ferreira. "Machiavelli usually gets misquoted. But to summarize, he wrote: for a ruler, it is safer--not better--to be feared than loved; it is preferable to be both feared and loved; and it is essential to endeavor not to be hated. You, Ignacio, have ruled by fear, which I have now put a stop to. But are you loved or hated by your most trusted men?"
Kyle looked over Ferreira's remaining lieutenants. "I propose a test; let's call it a rite of passage. And it's even biblical. 'Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friend. ' Ignacio, I'm going to release your men from the spell I cast on them, one by one. They can either stab you or lay down their lives for you by stabbing themselves to death. Those are the only options."
He walked up to Carlo and smiled. "I've thoroughly investigated all of the men in this room. You, Mr. Namorado, impress me, which is why you're the only one not holding a knife to his throat. You wanted to be a doctor but were forced into this life by your drug-addict brother. By the time he died, you were in too deep to get out. Now's your chance. You're the only one who I'm willing to let just walk away. I'll even pay your way through medical school, no strings attached. But I think you rather hate your now-former boss. If you choose to stab him, I'll make you my number one man."
Kyle returned to his seat. He was amused to see Ferreira lying on the table, spread-eagle and completely naked.
Carlo seemed to be quite torn but eventually walked over and shoved his knife into Ferreira's thigh, who whimpered but couldn't actually scream because of Kyle's magical hold over him. Then Carlo stood to Kyle's right. The second and third men also stabbed Ferreira, but not in fatal spots.
When it was the fourth man's turn, Kyle stepped away from the men who'd taken his side. "This one is actually planning to shoot me and declare himself the boss." Then Kyle switched to a mocking monotone. "Oh no. He has a gun. Whatever shall I do? It's not like I'm a witch who can hold an entire roomful of people at bay and make them kill themselves. Oh dear. I am so afraid."
Kyle turned his back to the man, put his arms in the "I surrender" pose, and released his magical hold on him. The idiot unloaded an entire clip into Kyle, which had no discernible effect. Kyle turned around. "Now that you've got that out of your system, you must either stab yourself to death or stab what's left of your boss man over there."
With a bewildered look on his face, the man stabbed Ferreira's left hand.
"Good. Good. Almost acceptable. But, unfortunately, you shot me. You know, I do think that counts as opposing me. That means it's time for today's vocabulary word. Evirate yourself!"
The man's hand began to move toward his own belt. "Please, no! I had no idea you were this strong!"
Kyle corrected him. "I walked in and forced the men to hold knives to their own throats. I made two men kill themselves. Did you think I came here to sell cookies?"
The man pulled his pants down. "Please. I'm sorry. Please."
"Disobedient boys need to be punished. It's for their own good."
"Please, Bruxo. I'll do anything you say!"
"Well, I say evirate yourself. That means cut your balls off."
The man looked at Kyle in utter terror as his own hands, under Kyle's magical control, took a knife and castrated him. The room was silent except for the man's screams as he collapsed onto the floor.
Kyle sat back down. "Next."
Three more men took their turns at stabbing Ferreira. Kyle directed them where to stab so that he wouldn't die too quickly. But, by then, he'd grown tired of the noises the man who'd been forced to castrate himself was making. He waved his hand, and the man turned into shadows, which flowed over to Kyle, who then inhaled them.
In the end, not a single one of his former lieutenants attempted to save him: they all stabbed him. All but the first two dead ones. By the time it was the final man's turn, Kyle was having to magically keep Ferreira alive.
What Kyle did next was actually an illusion. Perhaps one day his magic would grow enough to do it for real, but it wasn't there yet. He made it look like Ferreira was being eaten alive by maggots, which then just vanished, leaving nothing behind. (Kyle had actually just magically absorbed Ferreira to top off his magic--which he refused to call "Mana.") He did likewise with the other bodies.
Then Kyle had the survivors sit around the table. "I think we have the 'fear' part of my rule taken care of. Next we're going to work on the 'love' part. This organization now has a new name: Os Vilões Malvados. We will not concern ourselves with whether something is legal or illegal. But we won't be involved in human trafficking or selling babies any longer. Some drugs I'm willing for us to deal with because they should be legal anyway. Hell, weed used to be illegal. Others, especially meth and heroin, we don't touch. We are going to rebuild Pior Fossa. We can be badass motherfuckers and still build shelters to actually help kids on the street. Our motto is 'Both Feared and Loved.' "
They talked for hours in the first of many planning sessions. They moved freely from talk of offering assassins for hire to plans for employing ex-convicts in legitimate businesses. Illegal or legal, right or wrong? It was all the same to Kyle. Mostly.
After the meeting was over, he asked Carlo to stay behind. Once they were alone, Kyle said, "When I said I'd make you my number one man, I meant it in both senses of the term. If you're interested."
Carlo grinned. "Wait, are you asking me on a date?"
Kyle hadn't thought of it in those terms. "I guess I am. I've never had a boyfriend, but I suppose we could give it a try."
Carlo took his time before answering. "Okay. But I've had to be so secretive about being gay that it's weird just being able to be out and proud."
"Well, I won't hold you back. Fuck as many guys as you like. Cards on the table, I will never offer you monogamy. I love fucking around too much to stick to just one cock. Doesn't mean we can't be together, though."
Carlo mulled this over. "I think if I ever tried being monogamous, I'd end up cheating. So we can try an open relationship."
They kissed. Then Carlo said, "Now that you're the boss, I guess you'll stop being a hustler."
"Like hell. I love being a whore. And I'm damn good at it. Though, I might have to start wearing a disguise. You could come with me if you like."
"So, your idea of a date is not a dinner and a movie, but going out whoring?"
"I'm scheduled to devirginize some gay identical twins who just turned 18. And they are very eager to have their ass cherries popped by the best in the business. But I suppose we could give them two cocks for the price of one."
"Why the fuck not?" Carlo said.
Kyle knew he'd have to come clean if the two of them were to have any chance. "In that case, there are some things I have to tell you. Other things I can't tell you. And a lot of things you wouldn't believe even if I did tell you. Anyway, when the cartel war was raging, you got shot. It was I who saved you."
"You?"
"I became aware of you almost three years ago. But Ignacio was so homophobic that it wasn't safe for you to be seen with me, a well-known gay prostitute. That's why I stayed away from you, but that didn't keep me from falling for you. So, when the war started, I decided to use my most powerful magic to protect you."
"What kind of magic is that?"
"Blood magic. I secretly slipped you some of my blood. Disgusting, I know. But it worked. You got shot, and it barely hurt you."
Carlo looked stunned. "I was thinking maybe the bullets were defective or something. But magic, huh?"
"Yes."
"And how is it that you can do magic?"
"I'm not human, but I'm forbidden from ever disclosing what exactly I am. I don't mind if you call me a witch. It's close enough. My magical powers are fed by killing the worst kinds of people. This is something I absolutely must do, and I can't ever stop. You knew the men I killed today. Can you honestly tell me they weren't some of the worst people you've ever met?"
"No. The four you killed were the worst in the whole cartel. If that's the kind of motherfuckers you're going after, I can live with it."
"So are we still on for our date with the virgins?"
"Yeah, sure. Wait. You know, I don't even know your real name."
"I'm Kyle Truhan, and I'm perfectly wicked."
The End
Thank you for reading my story. This is the end of this series, but I might consider returning to this story's universe with a separate tale. I haven't yet decided.
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