Chapter 47
Nico and I stand in the corridor silently, exchanging anxious glances. The only thing separating us from Sera is the ornately decorated oak door to the bedroom she’s currently in with the Governor. Even though we’re sure this plan will work, there’s still an element of uncertainty as to how things will go, and it’s my job to ensure our girl’s safety.
With my back to the wall, I listen for signs of distress. All I hear is the soft footsteps of someone approaching the door; familiar footsteps. I glance at Nico, who nods his head, and when the door swings open, I can’t help but smile as relief suffocates my breaths.
She looks even more irresistible now than when she walked in there with the Governor. Her lips curl up into a wide smile, her hand clutching a bottle of champagne as she leans against the door.
As my eyes tour over her body, I’m glad to see that she’s still in one piece—not that she can’t handle herself. I’m just happy to see that sexy dress still clinging to her delicious curves like a sinful goddess.
Cazzo.My cock stiffens at the evil look in her eyes, the one that looks so damn proud of herself for her dirty deeds. I can’t wait to get her to myself once this is all over. I heard her and Luca before we left—lucky sonofabitch—and I want nothing more than to finish what he started.
“You ready?” she smirks, her words cutting through my thoughts as she steps away from the door to allow us into the room.
“Bianchi?” I hear D’Angelo’s voice call out, confusion etched in his tone.
As we step inside, I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles through my chest. Sera sure is creative when handling a situation. She has the man tied up on his bed by his own belt, attached to the headboard behind him. He’s in just his shirt and boxer shorts, his socks still on his feet.
“What’s going on?” D’Angelo gapes, eyes wide as Sera locks the door behind us. He fights against his restraints, but he comes up short in his battle against his leather belt.
Sera steps forward, peeling his tie off his neck. “Do you ever get bored of your own voice?” she sneers, stuffing the tie into his mouth.
“We’ll take it from here,” Nico grunts, eyes narrowing on our victim.
With a nod, Sera steps away. While she takes the chair in the corner of the room, Nico picks up the discarded champagne glasses from the floor, eyeing them in consideration.
“Wanna get a little creative?” he asks, quirking a brow at me.
The muffled protests from D’Angelo don’t deter me in the slightest. I take one of the glasses by the stem and smash it on the footboard of the bed. It shatters around my feet, leaving jagged edges that are perfect for causing injury. Eyeing up the Governor lying helpless on the bed, I smile deviantly. “Do I ever,” I mutter.
“Oh, this’ll be good,” I hear Sera murmur excitedly, taking a swig straight from the bottle.
The second I see D’Angelo squirming, excitement rushes through me. I step over to him, pressing the angry shard of glass in my hand against his throat. “Make a sound, and I’ll embed this so far in your throat you’ll be shitting glass for months.”
“That’s if he survives the blood loss,” Nico cackles beside me.
D’Angelo swallows heavily, his eyes dropping to the broken champagne glass. I’ve never seen so much fear in one man’s eyes, it’s actually comical. Situations change when you”re at the mercy of the sick thoughts of another. It’s a different story when you’re not the one inflicting harm, and I can see the emotions written all over the Governor’s face; guilt, terror, and the realization that he’s been caught.
“Now,” I say, tugging the tie from his mouth. “I’m going to ask you some questions. You’re going to answer them.”
“If you lie… well, I wouldn’t recommend it,” Nico adds helpfully, taking the second glass and smashing it until the stem is a short sharp rod in his hand.
“Wha… What do… you want to know?” D’Angelo trembles beneath the makeshift weapon, his jowls wobbling as he whimpers. “I’ll tell you anything!”
“Well, that’s boring,” Sera scoffs. “I was hoping for a little more entertainment.”
I glance over my shoulder, smirking at her. “Don’t worry, Bellissima. I’ll make it nice and bloody for you.”
“No! Please—”
“Shut the fuck up!” With one stinging slap, Nico silences him. The last thing we need is him screaming the place down. We don’t have much time to get the information we need, so every second is crucial.
The Governor whimpers like a little bitch and he soon realizes his face when Nico takes the opportunity to press the glass under his chin, yanking his head back so he can stare into the eyes of his future killer. “We know what you’ve been up to, you fucked up pervert,” he growls.
Just the reminder in Nico’s words makes my skin itch to take a pound of flesh from D’Angelo. After finding out about his extra-curricular activities, I want to make him hurt in all the same ways I know he’s probably had those kids hurting. I grip the glass in my hand so hard that I feel the sting of flesh slicing. It’s the only thing grounding me, preventing me from lashing out at the sick fuck. The agreement was always for Nico to take his revenge on the men involved in trafficking all those girls. Children, teenagers, women of all ages. It makes me fucking sick thinking about it.
“Wh… what are—”
“Cut the shit!” I bark, slamming the shard of glass into his thigh. Before he can scream, I stuff the tie back into his mouth. His screams are muffled by the material as blood pours onto the sheets below him.
“We need to speed this up,” Nico remarks impatiently.
Rolling my eyes, I tug the tie out of D’Angelo’s mouth, leaving the glass still embedded in his flesh. “Okay,” I snap. “Where’s Gabriella?”
“Who?” D’Angelo’s voice wobbles, but his expression betrays him. His eyes glance from me to Sera, like she might in some way be able to help.
“We know you have her.” Nico growls. “Along with all the other girls you’ve stolen for your trafficking ring.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Please, Bianchi! I swear!”
“If I were you, I’d answer them,” Sera interjects boredly, not even glancing his way. “I only hold so much power, D’Angelo. But when you have two lethal men like these hovering above you…” she tuts, shaking her head. “You won’t last five minutes once they get started.”
“Okay! Okay!” the Governor concedes. “If I tell you, will you let me go?”
I look at Sera for her decision—after all, his life is in her hands. She’s the one in command, and if she says to slit his throat, I’ll jump right in to bathe in his blood.
“Sure,” Sera shrugs nonchalantly, swallowing a heavy gulp of champagne.
With a long exhale, D’Angelo looks up at me, eyes glassy with fear. “There’s a small building, before you hit the woods.” His eyes drop to his lap. “Please, you can’t tell anyone. I was just doing a favor.”
“Don’t give me that shit,” Nico snarls. “We know all about your little side hustle, and the families involved.” He punctuates his last words by pressing the glass against D’Angelo’s throat, and the way it bobs beneath the jagged shard causes a bead of blood to trickle down his neck.
“What about security?” I ask. “Who’s guarding the place?”
“Nobody,” D’Angelo bawls. “They’re locked underground, they can’t get out.”
I spin around, locking eyes with Sera, who’s already standing and making her way to the door. Now that we have our answers, we have no use for the man, so I push away from the bed to join her.
“The twins are the closest,” I provide. “Enzo is on the perimeter, but I don’t know how quickly he can get there.” Since the twins are acting as external security, it was easy to get them onto the property. They weren’t allowed inside, but that doesn’t matter. They hold all their weapons in the SUV we came in, so we’ll have what we need if this turns to shit.
“Tell the twins,” she orders. “We’ll go with them for back up.”
Though we both know they won’t need it, I nod my agreement. If Gabriella is there, it might take more than a rescue mission to get her out. We have no idea what these girls have been through, nor how many there are, but one thing’s for certain—we’re not leaving without getting what we came for.
“Bianchi!” D’Angelo cries out. “You said—”
“I know what I fucking said!” she barks at the Governor, then looks at Nico. “But I’ve changed my mind. He’s all yours.”
She slams the door behind us before we can hear his pleas. As soon as we step out into the corridor, we hear thumping music start from inside the room, Nico’s attempt to cover whatever he’s about to do to the man. We make our way back down the staircase until we reach the front doors. The twins are patiently waiting, leaning against the SUV and talking animatedly. As soon as they spot us, they head our way.
“Get Raf to pull up a map of the property. We’re looking for another building.”