Chapter 19
Kay Santino.
"Good job, Ana," I tell her, and she moves from the door, letting me enter the room she's keeping Alex in.
She's now changed into her normal clothes. A short red dress with black heels.
"Anything for you, princess. It was easy," she proudly smirks, looking at the tied-up Alex. His legs and hands are tied together, and his eyes are blindfolded.
There is a gag in his mouth, making it impossible for him to talk. Poor guy.
"Mmmh mmh. " It's the only sound he can make, and it's so funny. Ana laughs at that and glances at him in amusement.
" I would love to see how he screams, do you mind if I stick around?" she asks, pouting at me, and I nod.
"Of course not, I would love a helping hand, Ana," she giggles and looks at the restless Alex.
Does she do that all the time?
"Hello Alex," I say, taking off his blindfold so he can see me. His eyes widen when he appears to remember my face, and he shifts his gaze from me to Ana in confusion.
" Ready for a threesome?" I smirk, taking off the gag, and he spits on me. Yuck.
"I thought this bitch died?" he asks no one in particular, looking at me with all the disgust he can muster.
"She clearly didn't, baby," Ana mocks, moving closer. I'm guessing that's what they were calling each other earlier.
"You played me whore, don't fucking touch me," he shouts when she lightly trails her finger on his jaw.
"Aww baby, just a while ago, you were begging me to put my hands on you," she smirks, gripping his chin a little harder.
Ana was found by my dad five years ago. Her whole family had been killed, and she had nowhere to go.
So he took her in and trained her. After she completed high school, that's when she started working for him.
She is 21, a year older than I.
"Where do we start?" I place a finger under my chin and pretend to think, " Yes, I just remembered, "I fakely chirp, and he glares at me.
"Did you bring the pliers, Ana? "I coo, and fear crosses Alex's eyes.
" How could I forget?" She approaches the handbag on the other side of the bed and takes out the pliers.
"What are you doing, you crazy bitches?" Alex shouts as he wiggles his body, trying to free himself from the ropes, but it proves to be an impossible mission.
"Everything crazy bitches can think of," I smirk at how his eyes follow the weapon in my hands.
I crouch beside the bed and take his hand in mine to inspect his fingernails." You know, for a man like you to not trim your nails is so yucky, " I say, scrunching my face at his long nails. What kind of men grow their fingernails?
"But don't worry, Alex, being the good person I am, I will personally help you do it." I slyly smile before plucking the pinky one, and he groans from the pain.
"Oops, do I have to be this messy?" I exclaim when his blood trails on the bed. Ana chuckles, looking at it.
" Don't worry, Kay, I'm messy too," she smirks.
"Well, that is a relief," I say, grabbing the next finger and doing the same, and the fucker only groans, cussing at us.
"Kay!" Ana chirps, " Since we are helping him, why won't we just make it easier for him by cutting the whole finger, I mean, they will not be able to grow again, right?" She pretends to be thinking about it deeply, and I laugh.
"That's a brilliant idea, Ana. Why don't you start with the other hand?" By the time this man dies, in his next life, he'll probably practice celibacy.
"Fuck you bitches" he snarls, writhing in pain when she cuts a finger, then another one till his left hand is bare.
I am done with the nails, and the man hasn't given any reaction so far. He is a strong mother fucker.
"So Alex, how will your wife feel when she finds out her dear husband rapes young girls for fun?" I question trailing my blade on his chest, a little too deep, leaving a trail of blood behind.
"Leave her out of this," he growls out, hissing in pain.
"Oh! How about your little girls finding out their daddy does bad stuff to other little girls?" Ana chimes in, and I smirk.
I have never seen a head move that fast until now.
"Bitch" he shouts, lifting himself from the bed. " Don't you dare go near my little girls." See what I'm talking about? How was it so easy for him to defile another man's daughter if he can't even imagine his girls in the same position?
He's so fucked up.
"Imagine sending my dad those videos, do you have any idea how it hurt him?" he looks into my eyes, and he's thinking about it.
I drag the blade deeper, trailing it down his body and cutting his clothes in the process. " I am waiting, Alex, do you know how he felt?" I unexpectedly swipe it across his toes, and he cries out.
Good.
"Fuck no," he groans
" Look at you, a big boy like you crying out in the hands of two weak women," Ana mocks, undoing his belt. What is she up to?
" Let's finish what we started, baby," she coos, pulling his boxers down.
However, before we can go further, the door bursts open and a livid Carl walks in with a gun in his hands.
He looks at the man on the bed before angrily shooting him repeatedly until his bullets run out.
What's wrong with him?
He doesn't have the right to interfere with my business like he just did.
"Fuck me," Ana whispers, and I look at her in surprise.
She's already drooling over Carl, and it makes my blood boil.
I am more than angry. Is she even serious?
"Come with me," the guy grabs my hand and starts dragging me out without my consent.
"What the hell, Carl?" I angrily yell, trying to get out of his grasp, but the man is iron strong.
He practically carries me from the club, and I catch sight of bleeding Rico staring back at me.
What did he do?