“I intend to,” I say, my voice turning cold.
Giving my mother a kiss on the cheek, I glance back at my woman one more time before stepping out of her room. I stop for a moment to lock my emotions down and become the man everyone fears—Frozen.
I make my way out of the hospital and out to my car, a Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. Blake helped me pick her out about six months ago. I’d been looking at a Charger when she pointed it out, saying it was sexy sitting there. I remember turning to see what she was looking at and smiling at the sight of the octane red beauty. Knew right then what car to get.
Leo and Christian are the only ones with keys besides me. They’d helped in dropping it off for me before they headed to the cells. I unlock the car and open the door, sliding in the driver’s seat. I don’t waste time in starting her up with a growling purr. Hand to the stick shift, I back out of the parking space and maneuver out of the lot. Pulling out on the road, I let her rip, speeding, not giving a damn if anyone tries to pull me over. They won’t be able to catch me.
In no time, I’m pulling into the building that holds office spaces we rent out, but it also holds our cells beneath.
The office I use when not at home is based here on the top floor, along with Leo’s and Christian’s. It’s the perfect setup. No one is the wiser as to why we’d be here. Especially when one of the offices is rented by a couple lawyers on another floor.
Parking in my space, I slide out of the driver’s seat with ease. I check my surroundings and head for the entrance to the building. I’m not taking any chances of being followed, granted Nicolo, Diego, and Tizio haven’t reported anything suspicious. Still, you can’t be too cautious.
Stepping inside, I nod to the women sitting at the receptionists’ desks. We run this building like any business corp. would. The building was built years ago, but we’ve remodeled it. Just inside is where everyone who comes in the building must check-in and out before going to whatever office they’re going to. This limits those unwanted guests from being allowed further into the building.
Behind the front desk is a door leading to a security office where our security team monitors the building. Those men are under our payroll and know the drill. They follow the orders given to them by us the same as Nicolo, Diego, and Tizio do. Considering what they get paid, none of them complain or slack on the job.
I ignore the looks the receptionist ladies give me and stalk to the back of the building. I stop directly in front of a door that states authorized personnel only. Punching the code in, I wait for the green button and push the door open enough to slip through. Once the door closes, I take the stairs leading down two at a time, ready to get down to the cells.
Making it to the bottom, I turn left to another door and press another code—doing the same thing as the first door. My ears are met with the sounds of a woman’s crying screams and men’s agonizing ones as I make it to the bottom. It’s an open space that contains the cells and the torture area where I handle business.
I strut further into the room, rolling up the sleeves of my button-up shirt. Rounding the wall that reveals the large area we use for torturing, I grin, taking in the sight before me.
“I see you went ahead and started without me.” I chuckle, shaking my head at Christian, who’s going at Federico’s strung-up body.
“Yeah, well, I couldn’t wait any longer.” Christian shrugs and throws another punch into Federico’s stomach. This move shouldn’t make Federico scream like a bitch, but he’s not simply being punched. No, Christian’s wearing his spiked knuckles that, with each force move they sink in, puncturing the skin.
My gaze moves from Christian and Federico to Leo. He’s standing in front of the cells, glowering at both Ethan and Bianca. “What’s going through your mind?” I ask out of curiosity.
“The fact this was too easy,” Leo states, admittedly. “Something’s not right about this part. It’s as if these three are sacrificial lambs to the slaughter to appease the wolf.”
I’ve thought the same thing many times in the past week.
“Well, let’s get some answers as to why,” I state, turning back to Federico and jerking my chin. “He looks about ready to talk.”
I flex my knuckles and step closer to Federico. Christian gives him one more punch before moving back.
“Tell me why you took Mia and Blake,” I demand.
“Go to hell,” Federico grinds out through clenched teeth. “I’m not telling you shit.”
Nodding, I step back. “Guess you’re not ready to talk. Christian have at it.”
“No. No. No. I’ll talk,” the weasel cries, evidently showing he isn’t as tough as he wants us to think. Fucking pussy is what he is.
“Well, then start talking.” I motion with a wave of my hand for him to go ahead. “Tell me why you took Mia and Blake.”
“Wasn’t planning on taking Mia. She was an added bonus. I was told to only take Blake. She’s Gheata property. Mia was just a beneficial tool,” Federico says, visibly swallowing and licking his lips nervously. “When my brother found out I had her, he wanted me to bring her to him, but I wanted her for myself.”
“So you decided to take her against her will?” Christian snarls.
“Wasn’t against her will . . . she begged for it—pleaded for my dick.” The motherfucker has the nerve to smirk. “She took both Ethan and me together like a good whore.”
My vision turns red, my blood boiling through my veins. I can hear it rushing to my brain as I lose it. We already knew Mia had drugs in her system. A lot of them. It takes me a moment to get control again, and when I do, I turn away from Federico and move to the table with my toys. Picking up a pair of pliers I use to stretch and keep a mouth open, I move to Federico. I don’t bother speaking. Not this time. He’s said what is signing his death sentence. Though he was always going to die, this way will be more interesting than a simple bullet to the head.
His screams are like music to my ears. I wrench his head back and shove the pliers in Federico’s mouth. He thrashes around, but it doesn’t stop me from prying his mouth open. Locking the tool in place, I step away and move back to my worktable.
I glance over to Leo briefly before picking up the hose leading to the tank containing my favorite way of killing someone—liquid nitrogen. Moving back to Federico, I move in close enough to shove the hose in his mouth. Glancing over my shoulder, I nod to Leo, who switches the nozzle on, and instantly liquid is pouring out and down Federico’s throat. Once I’ve given him the amount that’s needed to do its job, I pull the hose out, and Leo shuts the valve off.