Chapter 25

Josh

"Chi ti ha mandat?"

I repeated as the woman had finally come too. She was Italian, obviously since the soldier told me she only knew the Italian tongue. Thankfully, I am fluent in multiple different languages like Gray. And Italian just had to be one out of the many that I studied in my early years. I am 27 years old, so I want to say that it took me about, give or take four to six years for me to learn Italian.

Mainly because while studying most languages, I was studying more than one at a time. I know that was an Idiot move of me, because during my studying years I would often confuse many words from different languages with one another. My tutors and teachers would scold me for such thing. The woman on the opposite side of the table wore a flannel dress, indicating she was expecting to have a normal day out if you asked me. With plain sneakers to match, her hair was a mess now so there was no need to make a comment of it.

"Non ti sto dicendo merda, fottuto bastardo." The woman spoke, her voice was soft but cold. To my ears it sounded like another bitch was just asking me to come fuck her brains out, but you know me. I was a woman on duty and surely boss wouldn't have liked it if I used a cunt that was helping our enemies to get my frustrations out. She leaned her head back on the chair she was seated and just stared at me with her eyes, shooting me obvious daggers.

This caused for a smirk to grow on my lips. This was going to be fun. I brought up a hand to my chin, rubbing it between my index and thumb fingers as I just looked her over. "I'm going to ask one last time, Principessa, chi ti ha mandato?"

"Like I said you dumb fuck, you can kill me before I say damn word a voi."

Her tone came off as cold as an ice cube, the same way it had done before. I quickly shot a lingering glare to the soldier who told me this woman only spoke Italian. "She only spoke Italian huh?" A visible cold sweat grew on his forehead as the smirk that played on my lips slowly began to fade, and as I turned my attention back to the beaten and bruised woman, I picked up my pistol, cocked it one good time, pointed it at the soldier who fed me incorrect information aiming it at his head. Then, he fell to the floor. Blood oozing from the fresh bullet wound in the middle of his forehead as he lay there in his own blood on the floor.

"Clean that shit up."

As I'm sitting there, my eyes never leaving the woman, I was met with horror engulfing her eyes. This caused another smirk to once again play on the line of my lips. It was just something about the fear in others that I could get out of them, maybe I was a psycho? Truly who knew.

"Now, mi amor. I'm done asking useless questions, so why not do me and my boss a good favor huh? now that I know you can speak English." I stood from my seat, pushing it back against the hard black tile floor, pistol still in hand. Slowly I made my way over to the woman's seat, stopping once I got to the corner of the table on her side.

There, I placed myself on the corner, one leg raised onto it as I'm sitting, the gun in my lap. The woman, she adjusted herself in her seat. Now she sat up straight, obviously ignoring the aching pain she felt in her face and body. Still that fear played in her eyes, it was an amusing sight, not that I was one who enjoyed harming women. They were my pride and joy, they brought fun into my life, so why would I want to hurt them.

"I-I only speak minimum English, so Italian is better."

"Good good, Volete collaborare ora vedo?" I questioned; the smirk evident on my lips. I know before I said I wasn't one to root for the harming of women because I enjoyed them so much, but. I was starting to dislike this woman, she gave in way, way too easy for my liking. This was supposed to be challenging, not easy. I didn't want her to obey like a dog, I wanted to force her into submission.

I wanted to MAKE her my dog, she was on the enemy team after all. I brought a thumb up to my nose, brushing my nail against it in a simple scratch before dropping it back into my lap. A brow raised toward my forehead as I kept my eyes trained on her.

"Sono stato mandato qui dalla figlia dei leader del cartello. Io lavoro per il boss italiano, lui e la figlia del leader del cartello sono in combutta, lavorando insieme. Egli manda solo i suoi uomini; Non so perché."

The woman stammered almost all of her words as her eyebrows frowned at me. What a pity, so easily I was getting information out of the wench. Maybe I should reward her good for wanting to cooperate now, at least. "Dove si nasconde Cayla, la figlia?"

"Non lo so, ho lavorato fuori dalla base si potrebbe dire. Dal momento che non sono vicino alla figlia, ero fuori dal giro di lei dove si trovava, solo facendo come mi viene detto dai superiori che ricevono ordini dagli uomini, lei si tiene più vicino a lei."

I only hummed at her stammered reply, then I gestured for Smiley to come over. which he did, then he leaned down and I began to whisper in his ear. "I need you to call up boss, let them know the prisoner knows nothing about Cayla's where abouts. But The Italian father is working with Cayla, so surely he must have some Ideas." Smiley then nodded and retreated out of the room to go call up boss and feed them the information.

"Sadly Princessa, we have to wait to figure out what we have to do with you. For now, chill out here, none of these men will hurt you."

I stand from my position, seated on the corner of the table and decided to take my leave from the back room as well. Only to stand outside the door and wait for smiley to finish up the conversation with boss. Soon, he hung up his phone and turned around, still stoic as ever. "So?"

"Boss says get rid of the girl, she is useless to us now. Then they say, double up on security. They definitely know about Angel being here, and we have to not let her out of our sights. Lastly, boss says take it easy and to not work ourselves tired."

The last bit made a chuckle escape me. Gray always worries no matter how far or close they may be. I guess that's family for you. With a final stretch of my arms, I turn on my heel and enter the back room where our prisoner was being held, and within a second, I had cocked my gun, aimed it at the woman's head and shot her. "Quick and easy death, not that you deserved it princess."

A sigh suddenly escaped me as I reached around my head to give the back of my neck a rub through my long black hair. I forgot to pull it back into a ponytail after I got out of the SUV an hour before. No matter, the jobs done and all that was left to do was head back to Angel. Hopefully she would be where she is supposed to this time, fingers crossed.

Angel

It was nighttime by the time I had finished touring the entire house I was staying in with my family. I didn't think it would turn out to be so giganteas, since it only had two stories to it. Now I resided in my room, it was the largest room in the house. It smelled like Gray, and I didn't know if I wanted to be upset or happy about it. Mom and dad were pretty upset that they couldn't have the biggest room in the house, but they did get the second largest room that was almost as large, so it was a win, win in the end if you asked me. I hadn't picked up my phone the entire day after I had found my room since I wanted to go exploring. Suddenly it began to ring on the bed beside me while I was surfing through the tv channels for something to watch. I picked up my phone to see that it was Gray calling, I was hesitant to answer, but I did.

"Hel-"

"Why the fuck haven't you been answering your phone all day? I've called nearly three-hundred fucking times Angel."

Gray instantly cut me off when I went to greet them, scolding me for not answering my phone that I didn't have with me all day. I mean, not that I would have answered the calls even if I did happen to carry it with me throughout my tour of the house.

"I will hang up this phone right now if you keep talking to me like that."

I warned. If I am to be honest, half of me wanted to continue to hear Gray scold me in their hot, cold, demanding mixed accent. Part of me was getting off to their voice, the urge to masturbate to their voice alone building up inside between my legs that pressed together at the thought. But the dominant half, the half that was upset with them was not, at all going to allow any of it. Not the scolding, not the getting off, not even the attraction to their voice and accent was allowed.

"You'll hang up, when I tell you too princess."

"Oh, you think so? you really think so?"

"I know so. I am not playing games right now Angel."

"Neither am I."

I hung up the phone before they could speak again. Only for the phone to ring again, and of course I answered it.

"What do you want?"

"Hang up this damn phone again, and I'll fly down there to teach you a lesson. Do you under fucking stand me Angel?"

"Don't call me again with this bullshit ok. I want to actually enjoy my vacation, rather than hear you scold me every second over the phone."

I rolled my eyes as I once again hung up the phone. This time, Gray didn't call back. And of course, they were bluffing about flying down here, they had to be right? especially since they would be too busy. It didn't matter to me, I mostly believed it was a bluff, why wouldn't I when they said they would start to be too busy.

It would be a huge surprise if they were to show up here. But I wasn't going to let them ruin my vacation, not now and not later. They are lucky that I didn't decide to block their number while they want to give me that attitude. Like, who do they even think they are trying to tell me what to do? I scoffed, rolling out of my bed and leaving my room. It was starting to hit dinner time, so I was sure mom had to be in the kitchen fixing up dinner.

I made my way downstairs when I heard the doorbell ring throughout the house.