revenge

**Luciano**

My Kitty asked for me to acquire someone some months ago. I failed. I will not fail her again. I will make sure, they are brought before and she will decide what to do with them.

Once I retrieved my Kitty, I sent out a message:

Find Fiona McKinney and Vlad Solvonoko, and bring them to me.

Alive. Conscious.

They're found in an hour. They couldn't get away fast enough, got caught at the airport.

So they took another flight, on my private jet, so they could be delivered to me. And I could deliver them to her.

Even if she doesn't care much about revenge, I do. These two people put my family, my baby in danger.

They beat her. Tortured her.

I will not fail my queen again.

We lay together in our bed. We decided move, but for now, we'll stay here. Till we get situated.

I get word that they've been delivered to the basement.

A smirk crawls on my face.

"Why do you look like the grim reaper," she asked quietly.

She doesn't talk as much as she did. She seems perpetually tired.

"I have a surprise for you, and I hope you like it."

She looks at me dubiously, but sinks her nails into her skin, indicating she wants me to carry her.

I love carrying her. And because I know her, I know it won't last for long.

I gather her in my arms, taking her to the basement. Once she sees where we're going she gasps.

"I did."

Watching her face carefully, I see the small smile that creeps on her face. She says nothing else until we get there.

They are tied up, but conscious. Nothing has been done to them. Yet.

My steps resound through the basement as I cross the final stairs.

They both look up at me.

They pale instantly. I nod to one of my enforcers have him bring a chair. He does and I sit, with my Kitty on my lap, my arms wrap around her and she relaxes into me.

It sets in what they've done. Who they've done it to.

"So how've you been?" They look at me trembling. Except one.

Fiona. Oh she knows.

"I trust my enforcers have been hospitable?"

They nod not knowing what to do. My kitty just lays on my chest, lazily like she always does.

If she wants something she'll tell me.

"Well, I'm sure you've seen the news?" Their silence irritates me. "Speak. And answer me."

"Y-yes,"

"We have, Don."

Oh Vlad. It won't work.

"Then you know that I'm not the only one who wants to dead, all of Chicago wants you dead," I smirk, "Quite a mess you made."

"But I have to congratulate you. You managed to keep my pregnant wife from me for two weeks. Almost three. Let's say three."

They both visibly give up. There is no hope. Well I hope not.

"Tell me what you did to my wife and child. Both of you."

Fiona looks like she wants to faint dead away, and Vlad doesn't seem too far behind.

My patience thins. Until she tells me what she wants to do with these two, I won't do anything.

But boy are they tempting me.

"Speak! I hate to repeat myself."

"Um...we...took her—"

"Oh," I smirk, "Don't leave details out Fiona. Tell me. It's your plan after all."

She quakes. I'm just talking. The quaking doesn't come till later but okay.

"Um, well, I had the Russians invade the house. She would know what I wanted. So she came out, I had her knocked out and brought to the warehouse."

I bend down to my Kitty's ear. "Is this okay?" I whisper.

She nods.

"Continue."

"We, I convinced Vlad that you wouldn't come after her and he would be able to your territory."

"What did you do to my wife and child. That's all I want to know."

"I whipped her, I don't know how many times over the course of two weeks. I poured whiskey on her back. She wouldn't cry. Or scream."

She sounds oddly proud of that.

"Then I filled the room with a gas of my own making. I think I kicked her twice but then she said something,"

Realization hit her in the head like a two by four. Not a bad idea.

"Oh and I think I bashed her head against the wall a few times."

My blood boils. But I won't do anything until she says.

"When are you gonna kill us?"

"When she tells me to."

The terror on their faces. This is the downside of taking the one person I cannot live without—your inevitable death.

She sinks her nails deeper in my skin, to get my attention.

I lean down, I frown at her whisper but I told her their fate would be in her hands.

I will not break that promise. Or any promise that I've promised her.

"Apparently, you get to live until tomorrow,"

Shock encompasses their face, disgust on mine. They are breathing.

"You also will be served food."

I frown deeply. She puts her hand on my face. She has plan is what she's telling me.

"We'll be back. Enjoy."

I get up, but Kitty wants to tell me something. She whispers in my ear making me smile.

"Let them free."

"Don?"

"Do it."

Reluctantly, the enforcer does what is told, confused.

They stand waiting for the trap.

"Break their legs and feed them dinner."

With that I leave with my diabolical kitty resting on my shoulder.

I carry her up the stairs. Back to our bedroom.

I close the door and lay us the bed. She slightly untangles from me. Those big grey eyes look directly into mine, pleased. She doesn't talk much even to me, but I know her better than anyone.

We've known each other for almost four years. Two of those she spent running from me. I chased her.

Now she won't let go. And I love it that way.

"Do you like—mh?"

Her velvet lips caress mine, making me close my eyes. She kisses me slowly, deeply, conveying her gratefulness and happiness.

That's all I wanted.

That and retribution.

But mostly her happiness.

"Will you keep them alive much longer?"

I nuzzle her nose.

She shakes her head.

"Whatever you to do, I will do."

"They will escape tonight."

I frown. "What?!"

"The enforcer will let them go. But they'll be back."

"Baby, Honey—"

"Whatever I want?"

I sigh. "Kiss."

She kisses me softly.

"Let's sleep."

She anchors herself onto me with her nails, making me moan.

I love that.

☑

The next day, Fiona and Vlad woke up where they left.

"Wait, what happened?"

"We got played."

I sit down in the chair. Of course she sits on my lap. My hands stay on her waist needing to keep her in my arms one way or another.

"I want to rest. I'm tired of you."

I kiss her shoulder.

"Light them on fire."

"What?!"

That's everyone in the room.

"Forgive me. I wasn't clear. Tie them to a wooden pole, light the pole on fire. They'll go with it."

I'm all for gruesome deaths, but...no one has even done that before. In this family at least.

"While they burn whip them. Put hay around the pole to ensure its in on fire. If they don't burn you will."

"Luciano—"

"Baby—"

I glare at her. I'm trying help her out.

"Why aren't things being done?"

I nod. "Do whatever she says."

"Wait wait, please, have mercy!"

Why is she looking at me? It's making her situation worse.

Savannah calmly addresses her as they set their poles up.

Shit. She's actually gonna do this.

"Remember what I told you? That Luciano may be your savior?"

Fiona trembles, I assume nods.

"Well, that was wrong. Luciano can't save you. He won't save you. The more you call his name the angrier I get. The angrier I get, the more creative I get."

"Do yourself a favor, Fiona—stop talking."

"I–I I'm sorry! But you are my daughter—!"

Even Vlad looks like he wants to facepalm.

"You are making this worse for me," he grits, "Shut up."

But it's too late she heard and I can't intervene. So...

What happens, happens.

"I know you didn't just fucking say what I thought you said?"

Oh, she's cursing.

"Shoot Vlad. Don't kill him, but make sure it's fatal."

That poor man doesn't know what she's talking about.

"I'll do it. I have better aim. Besides at this rate you'll burn the estate."

She nods. I target the midsection.

"How long?"

"Few hours."

I shoot him in his stomach. It'll start to fill with blood and that will kill him. But it's one shot so it'll be a while.

"You, Vlad get the honor of watching everything. You also get the honor of dying in the least painful I can think of."

He looks relieved. He should be. "Thank you, Donna."

She doesn't answer. "And you," She glares at Fiona.

"You...I don't even know what I'm gonna do with you. Suddenly, you burning to death doesn't seem like enough."

It is. It is for me. However, I did not experience what she did. Her whole life. This may take a while.

The baby needs to eat.

"I'm sure we could—"

"Shut up!" I sigh in exasperation.

"Do you have any clue what you put me through?"

The words are so soft, I get scared.

"I-I—"

She wants to step to Fiona, but we can't part or else the anxiety sets in.

"Of course not. See, the scientists can perform all types experiment, because he's not the one being experimented on?"

She scoffed. "You said I had you imprisoned?"

Kitty smirks. "Was life tough? I'm sure it was. And it still couldn't hold a candle to what did to me. I don't even know all things you did to me."

"Prision," She spats. "I would've never had you imprisoned mother."

That deranged woman actually thinks that's a good thing.

"Prison? Where you get three meals a day, a bathroom, see, in prison you are a ward of the state."

"I was the ward of hell so you got off real good with a prison sentence. Please. I would killed you until I ran out ideas. But you're my Mother."

"Surely you should understand how horrible a position you're in?"

"I wasn't thinking straight."

.

She still ain't thinking straight if she keeps talking.

"I think for my sanity you should shut up. Or I will have your tongue cut off and solve that problem for you."

She needs to eat soon.

"I got it! A dear friend of mine told me to use anything as a weapon."

Amanda...I'm gonna kill her.

"So here's what I'm gonna do: you're still going to burn you will not escape that. But I'll give you water every other hour. Just a little."

I'm lost. Even Vlad is confused.

"Water extinguishs fire right? Well basically I'm going have water sprinkled every hour or so, to prolong your death."

"I'll set several fires all around you see, so extinguishing a little one won't matter."

I tug her back. She needs to eat now.

"Well, toodles!"

"Luciano! Luciano! Please have mercy."

"I have none to give."

"Put two coats on her."

"You must eat my love, all this malevolence isn't good for my little girl."

She looks up at me. "Yes, yes, of course. I want mint ice cream and double fudge pickles with hot Cheetos."

My face scrunched up in horror/disgust.

“Yes darlin.”