At this point in time, my only hope was for Senator Romano's compliance. I'd imagined how brutally I was going to torture him if I didn't get a good response. A bullet to the headwould be an act of mercy. Maybe if I fed him to the dogs or burnt him alive, it might not be as painful I expect it to be. But his death was of no value to me. Killing was only a last resort verdict for debtors.
Maybe, just maybe, I’d let my boys strap him to a chair in the cold room, then I'd cut him piece by piece. Day after day, I'd pour some salt on his wounds, and once they started to heal, I'd cut another part of his body and continue the process. Maybe I could start from his dick, so he wouldn't be able to fuck anybody the way he's been fucking with me like some type of whore.
The good thing was that suitable collateral has been spotted. Anyone who dares to mess with my money messes with me, and Senator Romano did just that. He'd been in debt for a long time, and his loan was long overdue. Romano was the real piece of shit, and thinking about it heightened my aggression even more.
“Fucking Romano,” I hissed out while I took a long drag of my cigar. The loud footsteps now slowed and seemed close. I turned to see Dimitri, my right-hand man, walk stiffly towards me in his black leather coat. It was obvious that his tailor made his coats tight so they could reveal how muscular he was.
“Tell me you have good news,” I uttered.
“None, boss. It went out as I predicted. Senator Romano sent one of his advisors to represent him in the meeting.”
“Did the advisor come with something positive?”
“No. He said Romano begs for more time. Three more months. Stupid Romano thinks this is a game.”
I sighed while I flicked the ash off my cigar.
If Senator Romano thinks this is a game, then let the games begin.
Once more, his cowardice saved him from months of intended torture, but never again.
I'll make sure that when I'm done, he won’t be able to speak to anyone about his regret.
It was the worst news I’d had today, and only God knew how much my body itched for his blood. My breath felt hot, my pulse rose while I clenched my jaw and tightened my fist.
“Do you have a lead on where he is?” I asked Dmitri, and he shook his head.
“No,” he answered, his expression grim.
“And the collateral?”
“I made sure that our boys did a good job. She was ambushed on her way to college.”
“Ambushed? Didn't she have security with her?” I asked, surprised at the information, as well as impressed at how smoothly the operation went.
“Thankfully, no,” he disclosed. “She's currently outside. The boys are bringing her in as we speak, but we'll have to go downstairs,” he uttered with a half smile which raised the right side of his cheek.
His face went back to normal after he noticed my silence.
“We sent a note to his house. I'm positive that one of the workers will get it across to him.”
I took a drag off my cigar, ran my hand through my hair right before I placed my hands on the metal rails. Having Romano pay the full price was the plan, but his daughter? Of what use was she to me? Crazy Romano was dumb enough to let his daughter walk without security.
The next dumb thing he'd do would be to delay bailing her out.
“Would you like to see her?” Dimitri asked beside me.
“Yes,” I said, removing the cigar from my mouth. “And what do you suggest we do with her?”
“Anything you want us to do with her. Just say the word, and it will be done.”
“I know I can do anything I want with her. I'm asking what you suggest we do with her.”
Dimitri reached for the cigar in his chest pocket and took out a lighter on the other side of his suit. While smoking helped many people relax, it helped Dimitri focus.
I watched him take a quick drag before he turned to look at me.
“Romano should know that he's messing with the wrong men. So I suggest that we keep her as our hostage for a while, pending when he would comply. If he doesn't, we can send him her left ear as a gift, or her thumb, or perhaps her left arm. If that doesn't move him at all, then I say we kill her, dump her fucking body on his front porch, and kill him at the first chance we get.”
