“Needy little boy aren’t you” I teased pulling the injection out of my clutch bag while he was still breathing heavily against my neck and stuck it into his neck, the fluids running through his
veins and his head fell on the bed, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Alessandro and Ian; I noticed I was still straddling Ivan, so I quickly hopped off his lap, giving an innocent smile to Alessandro.
“You did so well, baby.” He pulled me towards his chest and kissed my head.
“Can you guys do that another time? We have Ivan to take care of,” Ian said, grabbing Ivan’s ankles, then Alessandro grabbed his Arms.
“Fuck, this guy is heavy,” He groaned.
We headed back to the car, Ivan’s unconscious body spread across the backseat, Ian and Isabella driving behind, following us to Alessandro’s warehouse.
Thank God Alessandro had a warehouse here in New York, or we would’ve had to drive home with Ivan most likely awake by then.
We arrived at the warehouse, Alessandro and Ian put Ivan into a chair in the middle of the huge room and tied his hands and feet to the chair.
Isabella slowly walked into the warehouse, a bag of guns and weapons on her shoulder, not struggling one bit considering she was also wearing heels; I love her already.
She placed the bag in front of us, and we picked out what we wanted to use on him.
Alessandro picked out a knuckle duster.
Ian chose a hammer and I pulled out a golden dagger perfect for torturing.
“How long will it take for him to wake up,” Isabella asked shyly with Ian’s arm over her shoulder.
“Not too long now” Ian replied.
We sat and waited for two whole hours; Mine and Isabella’s heels were on the floor, leaving us barefoot, still wearing our dresses, while Alessandro and Ian were seated on a container, unloading and re-loading their guns in pure boredom.
“There are better things I could be doing right now than sitting here waiting for this fucker to wake up” Alessandro gritted out.
“Better things?
Like what?” Ian asked him; Alessandro looked at me and winked, causing me to blush.
“I could also be doing better things, couldn’t I, Isabella?” Ian teased, and Isabella let out a giggle, fiddling with her freshly manicured nails.
A loud groan came from Ivan; he tilted his head up, then he soon realized where he was.
“You fucking bitch you fucking drugged me” Ivan yelled “Stupid little whore!”
Alessandro smashed his gun against Ivan’s head, making him whine.
“Don’t fucking speak to my wife like that you son of a bitch” Alessandro growled.
I stabbed a small knife into Ivan’s thigh making him cry out even more, sweat dripping down his forehead in agony.
“Call me a whore again. I fucking dare you, you bastard,” I yelled.
Ivan didn’t say anything he just groaned in pain.
“You’re so fucking sexy” Alessandro grabbing my waist and pecking my cheek.
“Can you guys do that shit later? Ian complained rolling his eyes.
“We have to torture this mother fucker”
“Why did you kill my father” I bluntly asked Ivan.
“I’ve killed a lot of fathers, sweetheart, elaborate.” He flashed me a wicked smile showing his rotten teeth, and he had a small gold tooth on the bottom row.
“Mateo Knight,” I jammed my knife further into his thigh, and he let out a scream in pain.
“Why the fuck did you kill him” I came closer to him, my eyes level with his, but all he did was whine, blood spilling from his thigh.
“She asked you a fucking question did she not?” Alessandro barked, slamming his fist into Ivan’s cheek, and a few teeth spurted out onto the floor, including his golden one.
“It’s just business” Ivan managed to say.
“He was threatening to kill my son and I couldn’t let him.
Alessandro laughed amused at his words.
“How old is your son Ivan?”
“He’s twenty two” Ivan trembled.
“So your son can handle himself can’t he hm? You don’t need to fight your son’s battles when he’s a fucking grown adult” Alessandro yelled giving Ivan another punch in the face, I could
hear the laughs coming from Ian’s mouth.
“Keep him here overnight; we will torture him tomorrow before we leave New York,” Alessandro ordered Ian to place Ivan in a miniature cell, still broken and bloody.
“You were so fucking hot back there, Cassandra; I would’ve definitely fucked you in front of them all,” Alessandro purred in my ear.
“Too bad Ivan’s ugly fucking face was there which did turn me off slightly”
I giggled and pecked his cheek
“You’re so in for it when we get to the hotel sweetheart”