PIETRO GIACOMETTI
I pulled the sheets over Caily’s body properly but as soon as I straightened up, she kicked the sheets off her body drunkenly.
I chuckled and pulled the sheets back over her. This time, she was calmer with the sheets although the cute and stubborn pout on her lips was still there.
I straightened up again and turned away from her, grabbing my gun which I had dropped on the bedside table when I brought Caily into my room.
I reloaded the gun, already picturing how many bullets I would use tonight. Just one? Or two? Or three?
I would find that out soon enough. Finn already had Mr. Trien and the other workers were already being conveyed to H5 too.
Tonight was going to be a delight.
“Pietro.” I heard Caily grumble my name. I paused reloading the gun, wondering what expression she had on her face while calling my name.
I slowly turned to look at her.
Her eyes were tightly shut in sleep. She was calling my name in her sleep but that wasn’t the most wholesome part. The wholesome part? She had a fucking smile on her face as she whispered my name!
She was smiling while dreaming of me! And it was the most beautiful smile ever!
I threw my head back and laughed softly, running a hand through my hair.
“You are so fucking adorable, Peaches.” I crouched down beside the bed and moved my hand underneath the sheets.
I grabbed her hand gently underneath the warmth of the sheets.
“Pietro.” she called my name again, a clearly happy smile on her face.
“I will make you this happy forever, Peaches, I fucking swear.” I swore and kissed her forehead. I made an attempt to remove my hands from hers but she held onto my hands a lot more tightly.
“Don’t leave me.” she grumbled, a pout now showing up on her face.
“I won’t. I will be back soon…” I whispered to her, my other hand gently caressed her now furrowed brows.
“I won’t leave you.” She grumbled even more, holding me even more tightly.
How frequently should I get her drunk to hear her say these words to me?
“I won’t even let you leave me anymore, Peaches. I never will let go of you again.”
“Really?” She whispered, her voice getting softer as she fell back asleep fully, her grip loosening around my hand.
I pulled my hand away and got up on my feet.
“I will be back soon.”
I turned, the soft look on my face vanishing with that movement.
*
One of my men pulled the door open and I walked into H5, the noise of a tray being pushed behind me filling my ears.
H5 was very much different from H3. H5 was a theatre and it was the perfect location for tonight because tonight, we would be having a show and our dear, esteemed audience were already seated.
I grinned as I walked past the workers who were now chained to their seats. I could hear soft whimpers, whining and grumblings as I walked past but not to mind, it would all get very quiet very soon.
Right in the middle of the stage, chained and blindfolded was our star performer of the night. MR. TRIEN.
“MR. TRIEN!” I called his name as I walked onto the stage, the tray still being pushed behind me.
“Who… who are you?!” The cunt yelled, turning his head around in a miserable attempt to figure out where I was speaking from.
“You will never be able to guess who it is, dear Mr. TRIEN but I want you to be rest assured that you are here for a great purpose.” I patted his shoulder and he shuddered.
“C’mon, don’t be such a wuss.” I pulled the blindfold off his eyes and he immediately tried to look back to see who I was.
I grabbed his face and turned it to face the audience.
“Look at this wonderful audience who came here to see you perform. You surely would want to disappoint this wonderful audience, would you?”
“Wh… what do you want from me?” He stuttered and I let my grin vanish as I shoved him, making him crash down to his side.
“What I want from you? Ugh? You all want to know what I fucking want from you?!” I raised my voice, feeling the rage seep in.
“Turn the projector the fuck on!” I growled and the projector was turned on.
The footage of the bastard hitting Peaches across the face popped up.
“This bastard here…” I stomped a foot to his chest and presses him hard to the floor.
“Hit my woman and you all watched it happen. It was an entertaining show for y’all, right?” I questioned.
“I… I wasn’t in support of his actions.” Someone from the audience yelled, his voice shaky.
“Please… please let me go.” he added and I shifted my gaze to him fully.
“You are not allowed to speak. You are not allowed to say a word unless I allow you to. The next time I hear a word from anyone, that person is going to join the performance. And trust me, you’d prefer the audience position a lot more.” I warned and could hear them suck their breaths in after that.
“Anyways! You all watched the show earlier in the day and you all watched it quietly. And that’s what is going to happen right now. You are going to watch another show and you are going to do so very quietly. A shriek from you and you are going to join us here. Let the show begin!”
The projector was turned off and I grabbed the cunt on the floor by the collar.
“Let’s start up easy, shall we?” I dragged him to his knee and rammed my elbow in the office.
He cried out in pain but his cries of pain was cut off by my fist in his face. The louder his cries were, the more angry I felt.
“Was this how Peaches cried when you hit her?! Ugh?!” I punched him in the face again and then shoved him down to the floor.
I reached for the tray and picked the keys that laid on the far end of it.
I moved back to Trien and undid the locks that kept his chains locked. I pulled the chains off his legs and threw it off along with the keys before grabbing him, this time pulling him up fully.
“Can our wonderful audience see this?” I grinned, punching him in the gut and as he crouched down in pain, I hit his head with my elbow, sending him down again.
“You can’t even put up a fucking fight? A witless man like you who puts to shame the title of a man dared to touch my woman?” I stomped down on him.
“I… I am sorry!” He cried out as I stomped harder on him.
“You are sorry? You should have said that to Caily! Too bad you are saying it to a man who doesn’t give two fucks about apologies!” I kicked his side and then looked at my wonderful audience with a grin on my face.
“I feel a little bit relieved now that I see him all bruised and roughened up. Don’t you feel excited too?” I asked but there was no response from the audience, only tremblings.
“Oh please, don’t fucking mess this up. When I ask you questions…” I moved towards the tray and picked up my gun. I cocked it and pointed it at them, letting my grin vanish
“You fucking answer. Now, let’s do that again. Don’t you feel excited too?” I asked.
“We do!” Their scared responses were chorused and I gave them a grin before dropping the gun.
“Don’t let me have to pick up the gun one more time. Because if I do so once more, I am definitely using the gun.”
“So!…”
“Let’s move to the good part now, shall we?”