All my men around us chuckle, myself included as we remember Nero literally shedding tears and pissing himselfbefore we finally decided he had received enough of a punishment as we could give him before we ended up in another war with the Italians.
“Tr…uth.” Enzo whispers into his own chest while he can no longer hold his head up.
I fully remove my shirt and let it drop to the floor as I walk over to the tools laid out for this mornings fun.
Grabbing a knife, I walk back over to Enzo and without hesitation I slam it into his thigh, pressing down on the handle.
“You fucked up. Whether it was Nero’s masterplan, or you acted out of your own filthy ways, you fucked up. You came into my club, drank my alcohol, played poker at my table and made conversation with us all, to then drug a girl and plan to do fuck knows what to her. I don’t take too kindly to men who like to abuse women Enzo and to do it under our noses as if we wouldn’t find out, well thats just insulting.” I pull the knife out and stab into his opposite thigh and he screams as loud as his failing body allows him.
“We won’t even send your body back to the Italian’s as a message.” I say digging the blade in as deep as it will go. He continues to wail, sweat and… there it is. A dark stain forms around where his dick remains only for another few minutes.
I chuckle darkly at him.
“This is all just for my own amusement. This is what you would have done isn’t it? Used that girls body for your own sick fun.” I leave the blade in his thigh as I get up and walk back over to the tools.
I take my time choosing what I want to use next, all while my men stand deathly silent watching me work, being reminded of why I’m fucking Pakhan and why everybody fears us, fears me.
I decide to give Enzo a taste of what Nero went through with the blowtorch, only I’ll actually use it properly on him.
Picking it up I toss it back and forth between my hands, walking slowly towards him. I start it up and hold it up to his neck. His muffled cries are nowhere near satisfactory, so I inch it closer and closer until the smell of burning flesh fills the room.
He starts screaming and I close my eyes, enjoying the sound. This is what I wanted. It’s like music to my ears.
Somewhere in the background a phone starts ringing and I ignore it, expecting one of my men to answer it. One of them calls out to me telling me that it’s in fact my phone that’s ringing but I ignore them and let it ring out as whatever it is can wait while I deal with Enzo.
It rings again and I sigh as I pull the blowtorch away from Enzo’s neck and yank the knife from his thigh. I set them both on the ground in front of him, almost teasing him at the fact he’s tied up so tightly he has no chance of using them against us to escape his fate.
I’m irritated as fuck walking over to see who is interrupting me when finally I reach the table, pick up the phone and do a double take at what I’m seeing.
It’s Willows name flashing across the screen. I immediately go to answer the call, forgetting everything I said about forwarding her calls to Mikhail and when my phone stops ringing I curse myself internally for not picking up a second earlier.
As I set it down again, it rings for a third time. This time I answer as fast as I can.
“Hello?” I say sternly. Just find out why she’s calling and hang up I tell myself, knowing damn well I’m already gone for her.
“Um, hi.” I hear that soft voice and I immediately want to ask her where she is and if everything is okay.
“Yes?” I say instead because I’m a fucking jackass who needs her to continue to think I’m a jackass.
“Okay listen I’m sorry for calling.” She says with a bite to her tone. There’s the fire she had the other night. I love it.
“And I know I don’t know you, but you clearly gave me your number for a reason and said it was for if I needed anything. Well… I’m being followed, or at least I’m pretty sure I’m being followed. I don’t know if you can help or you would even want to, but you seem pretty powerful and—”
“Where are you?” I cut her off.
“Uhh I’m waking to work. Which somehow you know the location of since you sent me the new phone I’m currently calling you on.” She sighs then groans a little, like she’s frustrated with herself for calling me.
“I’m four blocks away on Dove Street and there’s a car thats been following me from the train station.” She continues and I curse internally at the mess one of my men have created.
Fucking Andrei.
“I don’t normally have to do this to get to work but Alina is sick and maybe I’m being paranoid because I’m alone but I didn’t know who else to call because the police sure as hell would take their time and I didn’t want to worry Alina. I guess I just wanted someone on the other end of the phone so I’m technically not alone.” She rambles sounding embarrassed and regretful. She’s scared and I could kill Andrei for making her feel even a second of fear.
“I’ll handle it. I know the police chief of the city. Just keep walking, stay close to others walking along the streets and don’t pay any attention to the car.” I tell her and then quickly hang up before I start rambling back to her while I’m in the middle of the warehouse surrounded by men and a dying Italian behind me.
I text Mikhail to contact Andrei telling him I want to see him in my office at the club tonight before chucking my phone on the table and taking a deep breath, ready to get back to Enzo.
Okay, so I sent one of my men to follow her and to keep an eye on her. I just want to know she’s safe with Nero creeping around. It may have backfired but at least I know she’s not in any real danger and it’s just one of our idiotic youngest members not being able to do a simple fucking task.
