“I heard you hurt one of my girls tonight, Hightower.” I get in his face, looking him right into his frightful eyes.
“I-I didn’t mean to…” He stutters over his words, terrified. Bet he wasn’t stuttering when he was hurting Natalie. It’s so easy for a man to exude his power and strength over a woman, but just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.
“Didn’t mean to do what, exactly?” Placing my hand on his throat, I squeeze his jugular just enough so it cuts off his airflow.
“Hurt her.” His voice is raspy from the lack of oxygen and that has me grinning on the inside.
“Rome, what exactly did the senator do to my girl?” I squeeze his throat tighter, causing his face to turn a light shade of red. Most people don’t know this, but it takes more than a good squeeze to kill someone. It takes several minutes of completely cutting off their oxygen before the body gives up and the heart stops pumping.
“He choked her with his belt, Boss.”
I look down at his pants and see his belt is missing. “And?”
“A gun, Sir.”
My head whips around to Rome, keeping my hand around the senator’s throat. “What the do you mean, a gun? Did he shoot her?” I take my gun out from the back of my waistband and point it directly at Weston’s forehead, while choking him harder. His chest is rising and falling faster than before, his heart working overtime to keep him alive since he’s lacking the oxygen needed to breathe properly.
“No, he shoved it inside of her and it tore her up. The doctor’s checking her out now for internal bleeding.” I warned this motherfucker about doing this shit at my club. The last time he used a champagne bottle to fuck her. Tore her pussy and ass up. I gave him a second chance because Natalie asked me to. She swore she agreed to what he wanted to do, but things escalated too quickly and he couldn’t control himself. I call bullshit because I don’t give a fuck how in the moment you are, you can always control yourself. I’m almost certain Natalie has unhealthy feelings for the senator, but this shit stops now. Her safety comes first.
“Where’s the fucking gun now? Get me the damn gun and the fucking belt!” I roar. Rome bolts out of the room. “Did you enjoy pushing metal fucking objects into my girl?” Weston doesn’t say anything, so I squeeze his throat tighter, pushing the barrel of the gun harder into his forehead. I can feel the hardness of his skull against the barrel of the gun, and it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to pull the trigger and blow this asshole’s brains out.
Weston shakes his head emphatically, his eyes wide with fear.
“I think you did enjoy it.”
Rome comes back into the room with the belt and gun. I remove my gun from his head and tuck it back into my waistband. I release my hand from the senator’s throat, and he inhales a huge gulp of air as he tries to catch his breath. Taking the belt from Rome, I wrap it around the senator’s throat, tightening it past the smallest hole. He begins gasping for a breath once again. Good! Now you’ll know what she felt like.
“Please, Giovanni. I’m sorry. Please, I won’t be that rough again.”
“It’s Mr. Valentino to you. You don’t get the right to use my first name you piece of shit. And damn right you won’t be that rough with her again because you aren’t welcome in my club anymore.”
Grabbing Weston’s gun from Rome, I push it up against Weston’s lips, forcing them apart. He tries to fight against me, but when I tighten my grip on the belt, his face goes pale and he has no choice but to open wide. Pushing the barrel of the gun down his throat, I begin to fuck his throat with the gun. He’s choking and gagging on the barrel, his face turning a light shade of grey.
“Does that feel good? Huh? How does it feel having a metal object shoved inside of you?” Weston’s head shakes and his body starts to convulse from the lack of air. A few more minutes and he’ll be dead. I hear one of my men clear his throat, and reluctantly, I let go of the belt. None of my men would dare tell me what to do, but they have my back, and they know killing the senator right now wouldn’t be in my best interest.
Shoving the gun down farther, I feel it bottom out as he gags and chokes. Then I move it out of his throat, and with the same gun he just deep throated, I point it right between his eyes.
“You are never to step foot in my club again, and our deal… consider it void effective immediately. You have thirty days to pay me back with interest. Don’t make me fucking hunt you down.” And unlike the idle threat I made to that stripper a little while ago, I will follow through on this one.