Chapter 71
Cruz
Ipullawhipsimilar to the one I was using downstairs off the wall. I would rather have my swords. I would rather cleave his skull in two and watch his brains spill from his head. But I can’t.
The ending Dutch has planned for him is perfect. And sadly, he’s going to need to be in one piece, and not bleeding out, to be able to enjoy his final moments. I only wish I could be close enough to see the terror in his eyes.
“Getting your lap dog to do your dirty work?” Vincenzo hisses to Dutch. “I knew you were a useless cunt, unable to do anything yourself.”
Dutch slow claps. “There you are!” She paces in front of him, her smile growing. “You’ve been so quiet, just taking your punishments like a wet fish. To be honest, it’s been boring to watch. A few screams, a few groans. Where’s your fight, old man? Where’s the Vincenzo Gianelli so many are terrified of?”
I move around to the back of Vincenzo and yank the sex machine back, ripping the dildo out of him. He grunts, and Dutch laughs. Fuck. One thing I can honestly say I’ve never wanted to see in my lifetime? A man’s hairy gaping asshole.
I’m going to have nightmares for weeks.
“I thought you would at least put up a fight,” she continues as I yank his pants back on. No one wants to see Vincenzo’s flaccid dick more than they have to. “This is so terribly anticlimactic.”
Dutch steps closer to Vincenzo then gets down on her haunches, one brow raised. “Come on! Give me something! We’re in a room full of torture devices that I don’t even want to use now. Why bother when you just lie there?” Vincenzo doesn’t answer, just continues to glare at her.
Dutch comes to her feet and sighs deeply, shaking her head. “You know what? I’m done. I’m tired. I want to go home and let my man fuck me until the whole building knows his name. I want to relax in the Jacuzzi with a beer or two, then sleep for three days.”
I can make that happen,mi amor. Your wish is my command.
She turns toward the others. “Let’s get him outside and get it over with. Vincenzo isn’t worth wasting one more minute of our lives on.” The men all step forward, ready to help. Dutch glances at me, a small smile on her face even though her eyes are haunted. “I stashed two of your swords in the Charon Group’s helicopter. I’ve just thought of an alternate way to do what we want that lets you get some revenge too.”
Grabbing her by the throat, I press my lips to hers before backing away. The others have unhooked Vincenzo and are holding him upright by the chains, and he stares at Dutch with no small amount of glee.
As if he knows something we don’t.
“If you kill me, you’ll never know what I did with your mother.”
Dutch
My back straightens as I turn to my father, my eyes narrowed with fury. I storm over to him and slap him across the face, knocking the mocking look off it as his head flies back. “Keep my mother out of your fucking mouth, Vincenzo. I should have expected this from you.” I shake my head at him, fury bristling through me. All these years Harris and I had hoped to find her body, so we could give her a proper funeral. Eventually, we gave up, deciding he most likely dissolved it.
“First you scurry away like a little rat, hiding in your panic room while the men you paid to protect you are slaughtered. Now, this? Let me guess, if I let you go, you’ll finally tell me where she’s buried? Do you honestly believe you have any chance of walking out of this alive?” I roar at him, my heart thundering in my chest while I tighten my fists.
I want to pound him into the ground while screaming and raging at him, but instead, I breathe through clenched teeth, desperately trying to remain calm.
That fucking smarmy smirk I hate so much stretches across his face again, his eyes sparkling with glee. “Whoever said she was dead?”
I freeze, the blood in my veins turning to ice. There’s no fucking way. He’s messing with me, trying to force me to let him go. I saw him kill her. When I close my eyes, I can see the puddle of blood oozing from her head.
Vincenzo’s smirk grows wider as he watches the emotions playing over my face. I stare at him, the hatred inside me growing so strong I feel like I’ll choke on it. I feel a hand on my shoulder and shrug it off. The Duke spins me around, breaking the stare-off with my father.
“What?” I hiss at her, too worked up to be pleasant.
“He keeps women locked in cells on the third level. If he’s telling you the truth, there’s no better place for her to be.”
My hands shake at the possibility. A flame of hope flickers to life, and I wildly scan the room. “Ryan, Kian, and Jase, can you lock him in one of the cells please, and keep guard just in case? I need to go check something out.”
“No!” Vincenzo shouts. “Only I know where she is, you’ll never find her on your own. Release me, and I’ll take you to her.”
Everyone ignores him and I watch dispassionately as the men toss him into the cell, locking it behind them. “Cruz?”
“Yes,mi alma?”
“Come with me?” I ask in a small voice. He takes my hand, squeezing it. The Duke comes as well, the others staying behind. If my mom is really down there, I refuse to fall apart in front of everyone.
