Chapter 38 Ruthless
Eventually they reached the room in which she was currently kept in. Kate had somehow managed to hold in her wails and hiccups because she didn’t want to enrage Placebo even more.
And now, he was pacing inside the room, giving her the scariest sensory deprivation – Silence. The only noise that resonated in the room was the crisp and rhythmic clicks of his leather boots on the cold tiles. Fear ate her veins as she watched him like a scared antelope baby watching a huge tiger – Defenseless and vulnerable...
When she thought that she might go insane from the lack of noise, he broke the silence.
“Do you know how good it feels to know that Quisito is out there, losing his mind, like I lost mine when he snatched everything away from me?” Placebo stated scornfully, smiling like a deranged man.
Kate shuddered as she felt fear crawling up her spine like a snake, only to wrap around her delicate throat.
“But you know what? I’m tired of waiting. Why don’t we call him?” he raised a crooked eyebrow at her as he pulled out his phone and dialed Quisito’s number.
On the second ring, Quisito picked the call and said ‘hello’, but Placebo kept quiet. Kate would have said something, if the paralyzing fear wasn’t feasting on her bones.
He put the call on speaker phone after twenty seconds and spoke –
“Hello...pal” his gruff voice was more than enough to give Quisito a hint of who the caller was and immediately, string of curses blasted out from the phone. The Don was enraged, and every cuss word was a proof of it.
Hearing Quisito’s words, Placebo threw back his head laughed like a maniac, making Kate tremble all over.
“If I find you then you are a dead man! Bring her back you asshle” Quisito roared over the phone.
“Tsk..tsk..tsk..wrong choice of words buddy...” Placebo said and shook his head, before calmly walking to the table that was placed in the center of the room. His hands curled around a bottle of scotch that was kept on the table and tipped the golden yellow liquid into an empty glass next to it.
Grabbing the glass with scotch, he walked over and sat on the lonely chair that was placed very close to Kate’s leg.
“Someone likes to say hi...” Placebo smirked before kicking off the hem of her dress that covered the wound and poured the scotch on it.
“AAAAAHH...IT HURTS...PLEASEEE...” Kate screamed at the top of her lungs when she felt the alcoholic drink falling on her wound like molten metal. One the other end of the line Quisito’s heart broke because he knew how little pain tolerance she had. His cursing stopped abruptly as he listened to her cries of agony.
“You filthy bastard!!! Touch her one more time and I’ll fuking rip you apart with my bare hands” Quisito warned in a low growl, but it had no effect on Placebo.
“Blah..blah..blah..you should have thought about that before you stole everything from me YOU THIEF!”
Placebo roared into the phone and cut the call as he emptied the glass on her wound, making sure that her strangled cries were the last thing Quisito heard.
He then got up from the chair and went to the table to pour himself a drink.
Kate sobbed as she watched the man through her flooded eyes. She couldn’t believe that this was the same man that she once made a deal with. No wonder why Quisito had punished her that night.
She tried to keep it in, but she couldn’t help but open her mouth because of the terrible injustice she was facing.
“W-Why are y-you doing this? What d-did I ever d-do to you?” she choked out while sobbing. Placebo tensed for a second and turned his face to her with a scowl.
He slammed the glass back on the table and stormed towards her in fury. Once he reached her, he got down on his haunches and grabbed a fist full of her hair, making her wince and close her eyes with abject fear of his proximity.
“You wanna know why I took you, huh? DO YOU?” Placebo spat on her face as he jerked his hold on her brown locks, making more tears join her already messy face.
“I’ll tell you why...” he said languidly, before letting go of her hair and standing up. He reached the table and drank a glass of scotch in one go and hissed when the liquid set his insides ablaze. After placing the glass back on the table, he paced the length of the room and began narrating.
“A few years ago, I approached your father with a deal to collaborate with my business because I wanted the west port he owned. That was the largest port available at that time and everyone in the mafia had an eye on it. After being backstabbed by a few of his trusted friends, the port was the only thing that ensured his stability in the Bratva (Russian mafia). Of course, I too, had plans to back stab him if he had agreed to shake hands with me, but unfortunately, he declined my tempting offer because of my scandalous past. Despite my vengeful nature, I let him go because he was boring and old.
A month passed and that was when I first heard about some Don who came to Russian mafia for business. And your father happily collaborated with him; An outsider, a nobody. And not only that, Winston also introduced him to the rest of the mafia and gradually, I lost all my shipment orders to him. The moment Quisito dug his claws into the Bratva, I began losing everything. I lost friends, I lost tons of money, I even lost my entire territory, because of him...
Out of anger, I tried to kill your father and Quisito many times, but in all those times, fate took their side. Quisito and his army drove me out of my land and I had to abandon my kingdom.
Months later, I came back in disguise and began spying on the Don. That’s when I noticed him babysitting you, for Winston. I really believed that you could pass the shipment information to me, but there too, Quisito outsmarted me.
I didn’t give up and continued to spy on him from the shadows.
When you went to the zoo, l was there. And I saw how desperate he was to save you from the Crocodile. That incident made me realize how important you were to him. Since you are a crucial bone in attracting Quisito and Winston to my trap, I took you. End of story...”
Kate was dumbfounded when he laid out his devious plan because she realized that she was nothing more than a bait to draw her father and Quisito into the rat trap that Placebo had set up in his territory, where she was kept. She sobbed silently when she thought about how much of a horrible turn her life had taken.
Placebo smirked at her pathetic form before chugging the scotch directly from the bottle.
“You are a weakling...just like your stupid father. I should have shot him in the chest the moment he refused to do business with me...”
An unimaginable amount of fury whipped through her being and for a second, she forgot where she was, when his words reached her ears. Her father was the only person who truly loved her and whom she loved the most. She was not going to let anyone say demeaning things about him.
Without thinking twice, she blurted out the next thing that bubbled up in her mouth.
“YOU PSYCOPATH! YOU ARE WEAK, NOT MY FATHER. YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE COURAGE TO UNTIE ME WHILE YOU ARE FULLY ARMED. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU DESERVED EVERY THING THAT QUISITO DID TO YOU!...”
Placebo stilled at her outburst because what she did was nothing less than pouring gasoline on the fire in his chest. His hands trembled with the itch to backhand her multiple times, but something more twisted popped up in his rotten soul. A twisted smile curved his chapped lips.
“What an untamed little mouth have you got there sweety...Shall we put it to a better use?” he asked darkly.
Her heart stopped for a second when his hand palmed the obscene bulge in front of his pants, indicating what he actually meant with his statement. When he groaned while stroking his hardness through his clothes, bile rose up her throat.
Kate knew the dirty thought that he had in his mind and shuddered when she saw his hands fumbling on his belt buckle.
Oh God!.....what has she done?...