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“Unlikely. Why go to the airport if they weren’t leaving?”
“Possibly because they knew they were being watched. To make it appear they left, enabling them to commit a crime and give them an alibi.”
I sometimes wonder if I’m the only one with a brain in my organization and Pasquale falls silent as he realizes his mistake.
“This dark lord shit is right up Mario and Diana’s alley. I’m guessing her visit to my home was a smokescreen, too. The fact she gave me twenty-four hours that she had no intention of honoring tells me it was to gather information.”
I contemplate where we’re heading and despite having a small army surrounding us, I know that Mario and Diana have probably planned for this, in fact, I wouldn’t put it past them to have engineered the whole set up as a trap, so I say roughly, “Change of plan.”
“What?” Pasquale stares at me in shock and I snarl, “We stay in the shadows and go in covertly. Maybe your recruit can help us with that.”
Pasquale nods, his eyes shining with excited adrenalin and as he calls each car in turn to change his instructions, an excitement builds that I recognize.
I smell blood. I sniff fear and I relish the pain I will unleash on the people who dare mess with my family and I’m going in hard to get my woman back because until she is safe by my side, no one is safe from me.
CHAPTER41
FLORA
It must be only thirty minutes after Diana left that the door opens, and two hooded figures enter my room wearing devil masks. It’s creepy as fuck and I say fearfully, “Let me go, you fucking weirdoes.”
I attempt to keep the bed between us, but they move fast and before I can put up a fight, my hands are held behind my back by one of them and the other strikes me hard across the face. I taste the blood trickling into my mouth as they force me face down on the bed and snap metal cuffs on my wrists. Then one of them hauls me over his shoulder like a sack and moves silently outside, back into the dimmed hallway.
I try so hard to wriggle and fight, but every time I move the other person flicks a whip against my ass, causing me to scream in pain as I feel the bite.
They say nothing at all as they proceed to a door at the end of the hallway, and something is telling me I’m not going to like what’s inside.
The door opens as if by magic as we approach and my heart almost fails when I see the huge church like chamber I was in before. This time I see the whole room and note the burning candles set around the large stone altar set in the middle.
My breath falters when I see the hooded figures watching from their positions in a circle around the altar, holding candles before them, the same devil mask on their faces obscuring their identities and as I am slammed down hard on the altar, my arms are raised and hooked to a restraint above my head. My feet are unshackled and as I kick out, the two figures grab an ankle each and attach them to a pulley and my legs are raised into the air, exposing me to the entire fucking room.
“Let me go!” I scream and get silence back in return before that infernal humming begins again as the figures start circling the altar like sadistic demons from hell.
I yell, “I know you’re here, Mario, you sick fuck. You won’t get away with this!”
They carry on and I shout, “Dom is coming for you, and I’ll watch him send you all to hell.”
Still nothing, so I call out, “Oh, and Diana, I’m glad we’re only half related because that weakens the levels of toxic blood running in my veins. Oh, and just in case you didn’t know this already but you are a deluded idiot if you believe that creep Mario will ever fall in love with you the more you obey him.”
The tears flow unchecked as I realize none of my words are finding their mark and as I continue to scream and cuss their souls to burn in the eternal fires of hell, my heart almost stops beating when one of the devils stands before me and punches me hard around the head. I almost black out but a voice dripping in sinister intent whispers, “Give us back our money, you bitch, and save yourself.”
I don’t recognize the voice, but it’s muffled, and my ears are ringing from the punch, so I spit on the mask and hiss, “Not fucking likely.”
Once again, the whip scorches my breast and I scream out in pain and the voice hisses again, “Wrong answer. I’ll ask you again. Where’s our money?”
“I don’t have your fucking money, you deranged shit. Dom has it, so go and ask him if you dare.”
Once again, I scream as something hot burns my thigh and my skin sizzles as a hot poker dances close to my face.
“I can arrange this to be shoved up your ass if you prefer, Flora.”
I am openly crying because what the hell is happening to me? I suppose this is the moment my life flashes before my eyes, telling me it’s now or never. Agree to their demands or die an increasingly slow and painful death.
I’m conscious of the figure’s excitement that sparks a twisted energy in the room. Their heavy panting reveals their sick pleasure as they anticipate the kill, and my heart goes into free fall as one of them stands at the foot of the altar and brandishes a huge dagger that rests against my heart.
The figure by my ear whispers, “One by one, we will fuck you until you lose consciousness. Then, unless you agree to return the money, we will cut out your heart as a souvenir and toss your body back to your boyfriend as a warning he’s next.”
I scream as the hooded figure shifts between my legs and the robe parts, revealing he’s naked underneath. His hard angry cock firmly positioned to thrust inside me and as the man beside me laughs like a demon, he whispers, “Then let the party begin.”
