Chapter 79
(Warning; Mention of torture and blood)
Carlos.
The room smells foul. Blood, rusting metal, and piss.
River's body is carelessly thrown on the floor, and his previous seat is occupied by the Russian boy, who has his head down with closed eyes.
I let them treat his bullet wound, so when we need information from him, he won't be already dead. But looking at him right now, I change my mind.
Rico is already tailing Victor, and I don't think I need this boy for that anymore.
He looks fine to me, maybe a little tired from sitting for the whole day with cuffed hands and legs.
Other than that, he is in perfect shape.
"Hey, wake up," I slap his cheek a little hard, and his head forcefully jerks up immediately. This idiot can't possibly be sleeping in a torture room, right?
His eyes look tired, and I have no doubt he has been crying; the red rims around them are evidence.
Poor boy must be waiting for daddy to come to save his ass.
If we are not quick and careful enough, I'm sure Victor will try that shit. Though I kind of trust that my brother won't let him. I also made security adjustments after his first trial, and this round, I'm not giving him more reason to break into my home.
I want Kay to be the one to kill him, though I'm not sure how she feels about it. If she doesnt by the end of today, I will do it myself.
The more we keep him here, the more I put her in more danger.
Kay is the first person the Russian will go after to get back at me for capturing his son.
"What do you want?" he lets out in a low, rough voice, and I chuckle at that.
Looks like our pretty boy is not used to this kind of rough life.
His crazy daddy must have pampered him to the maximum.
"What do I want? Are you sure you asked the right question?" I walk to him and smile in satisfaction at how his eyes fearfully trail my steps.
Victor must have loved this one more than the other boy.
"Anyway, you know why I'm here, right?" I stand exactly in front of him, completely invading his nonexistent personal space. This cell is mine; he is just a guest who is yet to leave.
"How will I know that?" he spits with anger, and I kneel beside him. I like it when they act tough. It's completely stupid because he is at my mercy right now.
"See, yesterday my girl came home crying, you know why?" I slowly ask, and the idiot smirks; he knows exactly what I mean. So he likes the fact that he hurt her? "That's right, because someone said things to her that he shouldn't have." I get on my feet and walk to the table holding the weapons.
"I only told her the truth. What do you see in her anyway?" That statement just added salt to my injury. I thought maybe having him spend the night here would teach him a lesson, but it did nothing to his stupid brain.
"Anyway, like I was saying, it took me a lot of effort to calm her down, and the only thing that made her stop crying was a promise I made to her, wanna know what that is?" I turn, holding a dagger, and his stare wavers just a little.
He has good composure. He was trained well.
I didn't tell her about the promise, and she doesn't even know I'm in this cell right now. But I will do anything to defend my girl's honor.
The boy keeps quiet as his eyes shift from the knife in my hand to my face. Maybe he finally realized that I'm not here to play hide and seek.
"I promised my girl that the first thing I do when I see you is to cut your fucking balls. So brace yourself, Dean, you are about to undergo surgery." Now I like what I'm looking at.
The fearful look on his face. Turns out the so-bad idiot he was yesterday is no longer here. No man jokes about losing their balls; that shit hurts as hell.
"Kay would never agree to that," he points out and I chuckle, walking to him.
He knows her too well, all her soft spots too; that's why he used them to hurt her.
"Maybe if it were yesterday morning, she wouldn't, but let's see what she says when she gets here, oh! and she is on her way, "I texted her minutes ago, and I'm sure Sam will direct her to the dungeons.
The door opens, and my girl walks in looking as fresh as always. I don't know who braided her hair, but that person should do it more often. Even Dean knows that he lied, because Kay is stunning.
Today she's wearing a small black jeans skirt with a red cropped hoodie, and she has white Adidas sneakers. Today's dress code gives her an innocent look.
"Hey," she says, walking to me and kissing my lips. I love her.
"You look beautiful," I kiss her temple, and she brightly smiles at me. I will give anything for this smile because it always brightens a dull room.
"Thanks, babe," she says, giving me a side hug, turning around to look at her former friend, and her smile disappears immediately. "What are you gonna do with him?" she asks, eying the dagger in my hand, and I shrug.
I was just about to fulfill my promise.
"A lot, angel, I hope you won't feel pity for him." My girl stares at Dean Boy for some time before sighing and walking toward the only small window in the room. The boy also has his eyes on her, but unlike earlier, his face doesn't give out anything; even the smirk he had is completely wiped out.
"No, go ahead," she whispers, taking out her phone from the back pockets of her skirt. I know she is hesitant about this. Kay is hoping that this boy will come to his senses and apologize to her. She is expecting him to admit to her that everything he said was a lie.
I can't let that happen, though, because even if it happens, the boy has to go. He is the son of my enemy, and he has been making her life hard for so long.
"You wanna help? I was about to cut his balls." Kay's eyes widen at my statement, and her gaze returns to Dean. Now showing slight concern and pity. I knew it.
"Please, don't let him do it, Kay." The idiot sees it too and tries using it to his advantage.
"I think I will sit this one out, Carl. I will be in our room," she starts for the door, but I stop her.
"Baby, no, I need company." I want her beside me just in case shit happens. Victor might just show up like a ghost, who knows? I feel bad for making her stay, though.
He was her friend after all.
Kay.
I had vowed to give Dean a deserving treat but looking at him in this chair, makes my heart ache with compassion.
I don't know why but my guts tell me he didn't mean anything he said.
Something in me hopes that he will come clean and say it was just a prank.
I don't know what is wrong with me. Every time I start torturing someone, there is always this soft part in me that keeps poking. It didn't happen with the first two guys, though.
I shouldn't be feeling this way toward my enemies; it's dangerous. They could easily take advantage of that and end me.
When Carl texted that I should come over, I knew it was something to do with Dean. I know no matter what my feelings toward Dean are, Carl is gonna do what is right for business. And I'm here to support him as it should be.
So when he requests he wants me to stay, I do it without arguing, even when what I want is to be away. Carl walks to Dean and kneels beside him with a relaxed, satisfied face. He slowly undoes Dean's pants before dragging them down together with his boxers.
With a smirk on his face, he slowly trails the sharp point of the knife on the man's manhood, and I can only imagine how badly he is gonna hurt.
"Kay, please," Dean's eyes are begging, they hold fear, and they are back to the eyes I have known. Not the cold badass from yesterday.
This creates doubt in me, but the fact remains, I can't go against my man. So I quickly look away, and the next thing that follows is a loud howl of pain.
"That is for being mean to her, and before I cut your tongue off, you should apologize for all the mess you have been creating," Carl threatens, and this time, he's not laughing anymore.
"Fuck you," Dean grits out instead, and Carl stabs his stomach so deep I feel like it's me in Dean's place. Fuck, why did it have to be him?
It should have been someone else. I can't believe I'm watching his life drain away like a fucking joke.
We used to make jokes and laugh together. He was so free, and he loved racing like crazy. We could race like forever, and sometimes he intentionally let me beat him. Fuck, dean.
"Trust me, boy, I will make sure you do it, in the hardest way possible." Carl laughs before taking out the knife, and Dean spits out blood.
" Fuck." Dean lowers his head, breathing hard, and it amazes me how strong he really is. Any man who can handle pain is always impressive. It's so hard to get information from such people because they know when it's about to end. And he knows it.
Carl places the dagger on the other side of his stomach before doing the same, and I'm scared he will die before even apologizing.
"You are going to apologize to my girl right now, got that?" he twists the knife, and it is clear he has pierced a vital organ due to the amount of blood coming out of his mouth. Maybe I don't need that apology anymore. It won't change the fact that he was more of a spy and not a friend.
"Babe, let's just get this over with," I say going for the sword on the table.
"In that case," carl mumbles, stabbing the blade through Dean's chin, and I have no doubt it got his tongue. I hand the sword to my husband and move aside for him to finish what he started. I can't bear to see him suffer any longer.
Death is the easy way out. I steal a glance at Dean, and his droopy eyes are staring at me. The same eyes I have known. They hold pain and remorse, and it makes my eyes water.
"Just do it, babe," I push on carl because it's like he is enjoying whatever he is doing.
"As you wish, sweetheart," I close my eyes when he lifts the sword, and a second later, a sound of a heavy thud on the hard floor notifies me it is done.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he says, walking to me as I regard his dirty self.
"It's okay, you need a shower," I point at his bloody clothes, and take his hand to lead him out of the foul place. I didn't know Dean's dying would also hurt. I had promised not to feel a thing, but my heart thinks differently.
We have been friends for a long time; at some point, we broke apart, but he was still there for me. I will just keep the good memories we shared for three years and ignore the one day he caused me pain. He will remain dean to me, and not the pretend Russian heir.
"I have a surprise for you, wear something red tonight, we are going out"
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