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“Fuck off!” he spat, the dribble sticking to his chin.
“Ah, and here I was, thinking you’d be begging for your life.” I laughed. “But seeing you try to fight back has added a little excitement, a little spice, and I fucking love it.” The maniacal laugh left my body as his mask slipped to reveal his shit-scared expression.
“I didn’t touch her!” he cried.
“That’s funny because I could have sworn, I saw you standing over her, clenched fist as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Don’t fucking lie to me, Chaddy boy.” I shrugged off my jacket and threw it over the chair in the corner. “I don’t like liars, and by the looks of things, you’re a very good one.”
“She’s too good for you!” He thrashed against his restraints as I stood back and watched him exhaust himself slowly.
“Oh, and I suppose she’s perfect for you, is she?” I strummed my fingers against my chin. “Let’s play a game, shall we?”
“Fuck you!”
“Oh, goody, you want to play.” I smirked as I cocked my head to side. His petrified gaze met my demonic one. “First question… how can you allow men, as well as yourself, to beat the woman you supposedly love?”
“I didn’t expect them to do that to her. She provoked them. They lost their temper just like I did when she belittled me,” he squealed.
“Okay, squealer, calm down, it’s too early for a headache and if you survive what I’ve got planned for you, we’ll be here a while.”
“I know you’re going to kill me, so get on with it.” He roared.
“That’s no fun, don’t rain on my parade.” I slapped my palms together as the door opened behind me.
“Room for one more?” Victor asked.
“Always.” Looked like I was forgiven for my outburst.
“Don’t forget us,” Red chimed in as he, Emmet, Nicolo, Miles, and Gino entered the room.
“What is this? Some sort of party?” Chad tried to crack a joke, how cute.
“If you want it to be,” Red teased. “You can be the human piñata.” He laughed.
“That’s not a bad idea, Red. Good shout.” I winked. “But I get the first whack, see what candy falls out.”
I retrieved the steel bat that Red was spinning in his hand. Chad’s eyes widened, and he knew he was fucked, and I loved it.
“You see, lover boy, we don’t play for candy. We play for body parts, but we realised if we called it candy, it’d sound less scary for someone like you,” I teased as I ran the end of the bat down his torso all the way to his shriveled-up dick.
“Get fucked.” He spat, his nasty residue landed on my shirt.
“I plan to once I’m done with you.” I smirked. “Now, where shall I aim for first?” I placed the bat to his temple. “How about here, make that pea-sized brain rattle for having my wife embedded in it.” I lowered the tip to his eye socket. “Or perhaps here, your beady little eyes for how many times they’ve admired what’s mine.” I continued to lower the bat down to his lips and tapped it gently against them. “Or maybe here, your smart-ass mouth for how many times you’ve spoken to her.” I trailed the bat up his arm to his fingers. “Or how about here, these grubby fingers of yours for the number of times you’ve touched her.” I tormented his body as I lowered the bat to his dick. “Or even better, here, your cocktail sausage-sized dick for how many times you’ve jerked it while you thought about my Anastacia.” I stood back and tapped the bat against my palm. “What do you think, boys?” I asked.
“Well, you gave us some good choices there, son, have at it,” Victor spoke from behind my left shoulder.
“I love those choices! I couldn’t have picked better myself!” Red said.
“Wow, thanks for the compliment, Red, it means a lot coming from you,” I teased as I saw the anger oozing from Chad’s pores.
“Just get it over with!” His voice broke mid-sentence, and I knew he was scared.
I whipped the bat through the air as the sound was perfection as was the crack of from his ribs. The yelp of pain only spurred me on. I thrived off every squeak, every cry, every yelp.
“Fuck!”
“That’s it, lover boy, enjoy the pain cause it’s the first part of a very long day.” I chuckled as with one swift swing, I broke the other side of his rib cage.
“Open his shirt,” Victor ordered, and I obeyed. I ripped open the vomit-stained shirt to reveal the tattoo he was branded with the moment he was accepted into the Bratva. “I’m going to need a blowtorch now.”
