Nobody bats an eye as we drag them inside, a sign of how pathetic they’ve both become. Il Padrone broke our loyalty so much that he only had fear to work with, and fear is nothing. Once the leash is snapped, those forced to work under it scatter. I shake my head in disgust, not sure how my former best friend has managed to fuck up his entire organization this badly.
“I see the shots worked,” Doc says. I’m not surprised to see him waiting for us in the foyer. The disgust rolling off him almost makes me cringe.
This is why you don’t fuck with people’s loved ones. Going after a Daddy? Fucking hell. I respect Soren for not leaving his Boy, but it had me on edge, worried Cristian would initiate that evilness before we could string them up.
“Worked perfectly. And Allesandro will wake up before Cristian?” I ask as I gesture for two men to come and help me drag these assholes where they need to go.
Doc scoffs as he stares down at me, arrogance coming off him in waves. “Do you actually doubt me?”
I laugh at his expression. “Sorry, Doc. You can kick my ass for it later. Are you going to be alright?”
His face falls as he glances at Cristian, but Soren is quick to jump in. He steps forward and envelops his Boy in a hug. “We will be fine. We’ll let you get settled. If you need anything…”
“Thanks.” I wave them off, and get started with my next task.
I have my helpers deposit Cristian in the corner of the playroom and tie him up, adding a ball gag and a hood with earmuffs that should block out all sound and sight. Losing his senses will probably freak him out, but I don’t give a fuck. I just need him out of the way, and for him to not draw Il Padrone’s attention…yet.
I quickly strip Il Padrone of his clothes, and with assistance, I get him locked down on the spanking bench. Stepping back, I wipe my sweaty face with his good dress shirt before balling it up and tossing it aside. I dismiss the men helping me with a good size tip from the cash I withdrew from Allesandro’s wallet.
As soon as they leave, I take a deep breath and stretch, trying to force the tension from my body. I’ve been waiting to handle this situation for a while, and I have an entire list of things I hope to do… We’ll see if Il Padrone survives long enough for me to get through it. For now, I take a seat on the bed, just out of Il Padrone’s vision.
It doesn’t take long before I hear Il Padrone’s groan, and I smile widely as he lifts his head to look around. When he begins to fight against the bindings, I stand up from the bed and walk into his line of sight. He immediately stills, and his eyes widen in shock. I grin at that expression, feeling the excitement build inside me.
“Luca? What are you doing?” I snort at the betrayal in his voice. I never took him for stupid, but it appears I’m more wrong about him than I thought.
Tsking, I step closer and yank his head back by his hair, forcing him to look up at me. “I’m here to teach you a lesson. One that maybe you’ll survive—or you won’t. It really depends on you.”
He winces against the pain in his scalp as I yank harder, and I chuckle at the outrage in his eyes. “You won’t get away with this.”
“Oh, but I will. Who is going to stop me? I have Cristian—don’t worry, he’s being well taken care of at the moment. None of your guards stopped me from waltzing right in with you both unconscious. Everything you own? It’s gone. It's either been taken by one of your Boys or by me. You are nothing.” I let go of his hair and step back, shaking my head. “You’re worse than nothing…you’re fucking pathetic. I warned you that I wouldn’t let you hurt Lio, and you couldn’t even keep your mouth shut. You had to call him a whore…”
He narrows his eyes at me, but doesn’t say anything. At least, it’s finally sinking in that he’s fucked. Hopefully. He watches me as I grab items off his wall of toys, tossing them all on the rolling table. When I start pushing it toward him, he frantically pulls at the restraints. I stop as I reach him and just stare until he finally settles.
“You don’t want to do this. We’ve known each other for so long…”
I bark out a laugh, one tinged in disbelief. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. If anyone should understand punishment, it’s you. Right now, I’m being nice and letting you talk. Don’t make me get out a gag. You won’t enjoy it.
“Although, I can imagine taking pictures of you with it in…hmmm. Do you think Lio would enjoy that? Having the tables turned? After all, you made me reduce him to ashes—maybe I should do the same to you. Do you remember that? You told me to ruin him, to make sure nobody would ever touch him again.”
“I—”
I hold up my hand, cutting off whatever excuse he wants to use. It’s not important to me. Hell, he could go ahead and beg, or apologize, and it would get him nowhere with me. He hasn’t paid yet. Although, fuck knows if there’s a way to make him pay enough. Not to where he’d ever deserve to live.
I duck down to the bottom of the table and bring up a box I stashed there before we left. Opening it up, I draw out a large dildo. Now, the average size of most men runs between five and five-and-a-half. This? This is not that. No, it’s eight inches long, and thick—definitely a two-hand special on that part. And for someone who doesn’t bottom…yeah, this is going to hurt. Thank fuck.
Humming, I put on surgical gloves before grabbing a tube of something guaranteed to make this even more fun. Turning to Allesandro, I wave the dildo and tube in front of him. “We’re going to have some fun!”
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hisses at me, fear finally flashing across his face.Good.
“I would think it’s obvious, but I’ll be nice enough to spell it out for you. You see…it dawned on me that perhaps you can’t understand why I’m pissed about what you did to Lio. Or why Lio is so crushed. So, I thought a little demonstration would help. However, to really bring it home, I have some of thevery special lube you use occasionally.” I pause and study his horrified expression. “Yep. It’s got ginger, red pepper, and hell, who the fuck knows what else, other than that it’s evil and it’s going to make everything so much more fun for me.”
“You wouldn’t,” he chokes out as I start to lube up the dildo in front of him.
“Ah, you’re right.” He sighs in relief and I roll my eyes. “I’m missing something, aren’t I? That’s right…beg. Beg me to take this monster cock and shove it in your ass.”
“There’s no fucking way.” He glares at me and I have to stifle a laugh. Fucker still thinks he has control.
I tilt my head, keeping my gaze steady on him. “Oh, I think you will. Because you have a simple choice to make. You get this cock up your ass, or I get to cut your balls off. Which would you prefer? Because I’m telling you now, my knife work could use some practice.”
