Page 20 of Doll's Eye
“You can use ours. I’ll have that set up for you. Give me a time and when you’d like to start.”
“Awesome. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So, who are we torturing today?”
I surprise everyone in the vehicle when I throw my head back and laugh out loud. “What makes you think that’s where we’re headed?” She gives me a dry look, and I shake my head in amusement. “Fair enough. There’s someone with some loose lips.” I don’t give her anything more, and she doesn’t ask. Only nods and looks out the window as if we’re driving to the park.
“So, the warehouse in the city?” I see her smile in the reflection of the tinted window.
I fix my eyes forward while giving a disapproving grunt. The warehouse is a fairly new location of ours located boldly in the city with an underground level. Not something that that was broadcasted. What else does the little vixen know that she shouldn’t? It should be unsettling, but I find myself impressed.
I keep a protective hand on the curve of her back as we enter the building, flanked by a few men. She’s still her chipper self as we head for the stairs going down. Her bravado never faltering.
Thestronzoon trial thought it was a free-for-all for him and his buddies at one of ourbordellos. Ourbordelloisn’t what you would describe as a whore house. Yes, it’s for the sex trade, but it’s where the women are prepared and trained to be auctioned off to our high clientele. Only those at the very top of the totem pole may send out invitations.
His buddies were already taken care of, but he is detained until I have personally confirmed there is more loose ends to tie up. Peeling my jacket off and rolling up my sleeves, I stand in front of the bloodied and soiled man hanging limply. Hisarms stretched above, tethered in chains, and his head slumped forward.
I give his cheek a few taps, which he only flinches and groans in response. “Wake him up for me, will ya?” I tell one of my men and step back. Spotting Alessia, I almost smile when I see her standing there with a lead pipe in her hand, itching to use it. I arch an eyebrow at her, and she arches hers right back with a little gleam in her eyes. “Would you like to take a crack at it,cara?”
She slaps the lead pipe into one of her palms a few times, and my cock grows stiff in my pants. She’s fascinatingly deviant. “May I?” she asks sweetly.
I move aside and tell my guy to as well. He looks from me to Alessia, and when I release a growl from the back of my throat in warning, and he instantly moves. I’m enthralled as Alessia stalks forward with the pipe still slapping her palm. Her heels clicking on the floor, and her pretty dress swaying with her hips. She had tied her dark hair back into a sophisticated bun at the nape of her neck, her elegant features unveiled.
Without any hesitation, she speeds up her steps, cranks the pipe back, and swings forward with all her might like a baseball bat, hitting her target and kneecapping him. All you hear is the sound of bone crunching, and it works like a charm as the guy’s head snaps back, and he begins howling at the top of his lungs. Now, wide awake and alert.
The guys in the room all hiss and grimace, knowing how fucking painful kneecapping is. Alessia has this gleeful smile on her face like she’s a kid who just ate some cotton candy or some shit as she walks away from the man, and I swear she looks absolutely illusory. As if walking out of my darkest and dirtiest dream.
“You’re welcome,” she chirps, and I rub a hand over my jaw to try and hide my grin.
“You’ve done this before,” I murmur as she walks past me.
“Nope. But I have always wanted to.” She smiles at me over her shoulder, and I can’t hide the grin from my face this time.
“Little psycho,” I mutter under my breath and turn back to the still-howling man.
“I heard that!” she sing-songs from behind me, making me swallow a chuckle.
One of my guys stuffs some fabric into his mouth when he doesn’t stop squealing like a pig. “Jeremy, is it?” The guy is panting around the gag, and his eyes look wildly around the room. When they land on me, they grow twice the size. “That was a subtle wake-up call from my beautiful fiancée.” I gesture to Alessia, and his eyes bounce from her to me. “Yes, she is the one who took a pipe to your knee, which you will never get back, unfortunately. That was just her warm-up, I’m afraid.” His eyes continue to frantically look between me and my stunning queen somewhere behind me. “It’s also nothing compared to what I will do to you.”
Having Alessia there worked out better than I predicted. It’s one thing to hear the rumors about me wielding my power around in the form of torture and dismemberment; it’s another to actually witness it. I’m not the kind of boss to sit behind my desk barking orders and sending my goons out in representation of me. I’m a boss who is not reluctant of the dirty work.
Alessia was even more zealous when I let her take the pipe to his second knee. He had already begun singing like a canary once I was done with him, but I couldn’t deny her such a simple pleasure.
After I gave the orders to take care of him and his brother, Alessia and I walked right out of there, slipping into the backseat of the car like we were on a date. It’s dead silent for a few moments and I’m almost hesitant to look at her. As soon as the adrenaline wears off, she might panic.
“So, what’s for dinner tonight? I amstarving.”
For the second time tonight, and the second time in God knows how long, I bark out laughter that ricochets off the windows and closed doors of the vehicle.
This woman could be the best thing that has ever happened to me, or she could be the worst.
My uprising or my downfall.
But her danger is too intoxicating to ignore.
Chapter eleven
