33. Thirty-Two
Thirty-Two
Erik
I had Rowan bring my office chair down for Kayleigh, and she has been good and done exactly as I told her too. One of my men brought a table for Emilia to lay all her tools out, and I think all my men’s jaws dropped. They look normal at first, but as you look closer, you realize that’s not the case. She has a knife with a button on it…knifes don’t have buttons, but that’s not all. She has a dildo that’s not just a dildo, and I personally know how that one works.
“What is that?” I ask pointing to a metal clamp-looking thing.
“Oh this? This is for your ex. I’ve used it before; it’s the equivalent of the dildo shredder.”
“Fucking hell, where do you come up with these ideas?”
“Well, when you are abused for years, you think of ways to kill them, and when you have a diabolical, creative mind… things get created. Plus, it feels really good to get vengeance.” She shrugs.
“I’m never getting on your bad side.”
“Probably best for you. Any-who, can I have free rein?”
“Go for it.” She picks up the knife and walks over to Eva who is tied to a chair, gagged with an old rag that I wouldn’t use to clean dog shit off my enemy’s shoe. Emilia strips her down, then looks over at Kayleigh and me.
“Have to say, Erik, your tastes have improved. This one isn’t much of a looker.”
“No, but I didn’t choose her. I was forced into our bullshit marriage.” Eva starts to protest behind her gag.
“Makes sense. I’m not sure what she would bring to a relationship unless she is good at sucking cock.”
“Wouldn’t know. I never touched the whore.”
“What? How? Back then you had to do the sheet ritual,” Emilia asked.
“Eva retired early on the day of our wedding claiming to be tired. To my surprise and relief, I walked in on one of my soldiers fucking her.”
“On your wedding day? Damn, that is some cold-hearted bitch shit.”
“Oh, I know, but it worked out well for me. I cut his palm, making the blood stain on the sheets. Then I forced her to kill him and, after that, I refused to touch her no matter what tricks she tried; and trust me, she tried. When she tried to kill me by poisoning me was the day I kicked her out and divorced her evil, greedy ass.”
“So you have no feelings for her?”
“Hate is the only thing I have ever felt for her.”
“Good, can’t have you interrupting to save her.” Emilia cuts off Eva’s gag.
“You piece of shit. I’m your wife. You can’t do this to me!”
“Ex-wife. Marrying you was my biggest mistake,” I snarl.
“The thing is, Eva, you have fucked up many times in the past, but you made a grave mistake when you went after Kayleigh,” Emilia says as she stabs Eva in the hand, not even flinching when she lets out a wail.
“Wh-ho are you?”
“Me? I’m your worst nightmare, but other people know me as Emilia De Luca, the diabolical queen of the underworld.”
“You’re going to kill me?”
“Exactly, and it is going to be painful; so painful you will wish you never met Kayleigh. Just be glad her family can’t be here, although they asked me to torture you on their behalf. Which I’m more than happy to do.”
“You won’t get away with this,” Eva screams. Emilia responds by placing the bloody knife against her cheek and zapping her. We watch as Eva’s body jolts.
So that’s what that button does.
“You will find there is nothing that I cannot do. And as far as getting away with killing you, I once had a woman completely paralyzed, attending her own funeral before I killed her. Her family thought they buried her. I can easily make it seem like you went on a vacation and disappeared. The ways to get away with it are endless.”
“No.” Finally Eva realizes how much she has fucked up.
“Exactly,” Emilia states with a smile before heading to the table and grabbing an already filled syringe.
“What is in that?” Eva asks.
“I thought it would be fair, since you stabbed Kayleigh with a syringe and she didn’t know what was inside it, to do the same to you.” She plunges it into her other leg. Emilia doesn’t waste any time and she cuts the sleeves off Eva’s shirt until they pool around her elbows, but then slices them the rest of the way off her body.
“This is a request from Cillian,” she says before she pushes the knife in her lower arm. Eva wails and struggles.
“Mateo, come hold a skank still please.”
“Anything for you, regina,” he says as he walks over and stands behind Eva, grabbing her upper arm.
“Ow. Let go, you’re hurting me.”
“Weak bitch,” Emilia states as she continues again. We wait for a few minutes as Emilia carves into Eva.
“Money-hungry whore. Seems fitting, doesn’t it?”
I walk over, “Beautifully done. Love the money symbols.”
“Thought it was the perfect touch,” Emilia states proudly. I stare at the jagged knife marks that are surrounded by blood, which is now dripping onto the floor.
“Please,” Eva begs.
“It doesn’t matter how much you beg; it won’t stop us from torturing you.”
I smile, turning my attention to Emilia. “How do you feel about having her watch as I torture her little fuck toy?”
“No, don’t hurt him.” I snicker watching Eva beg.
“I warned you before, if you messed with Kayleigh, I would make your life hell. What better way than to kill the only thing you care about?”
“Please, Erik, don’t. He has no idea about any of this.”
“Ironic, isn’t it? You were hell bent on destroying my life, trying to hurt Kayleigh and kill our baby, but when the tables are turned, you beg me. What do you think begging me is going to do? You think I would have any mercy?”
“Please let him go.”
“No. What goes around comes around. You fucked with me, so I will fuck with you.” During this time my men brought him in and stripped him down to his boxers, hanging him from his hands just as I like.
He looks around, panicking. “Eva, what’s going on? What have you done to her?” he yells.
“Yeah, Eva. Why don’t you share with your precious Reed why you both are here?” I smirk.
“Please, Erik, don’t do this,” Eva begs with tears running down her face.
“Don’t do what? I think the man deserves to know why he is going to die.”
“Die? Why? I don’t know you. I haven’t done anything to you.”
“No, but Eva here has all those answers for you.”
“Erik is my ex-husband.”
“I thought he owed you money. Is that why is he doing this? Does he not want to pay you?”
“She told you I owe her money?” I ask, and he nods.
“Eva, lying to your lover isn’t very nice, but then again, when have you ever been nice?” I snicker.
“What did you do Eva?”
“My marriage to Erik wasn’t out of love. It was a business deal. My father was trying to get his hands on Erik’s fortune and wanted me to seduce Erik into that, but on the night of our wedding, I headed back to our room early after having enough of his family and friends sneering at me. Which Erik, as usual, never did anything about, and I took comfort with one of his guards.”
“Is that what we’re calling fucking now?” I ask.
“You fucked one of his men on the night of your wedding?” Reed asks.
“Yes, and he caught us. He forced me to kill the man, and he refused to touch me in any way. I was never treated as his wife but as more of an annoying house guest. I wasn’t even staying at the family estate. He moved me to my own home.”
“I wasn’t letting you near my family when I knew I couldn’t trust you, and I was right. Keep going,” I encourage her.
“I had enough and decided I was going to end him for treating me like shit.”
“End him how?”
“Poison him.”
“No offense, but who exactly are you that you have this much money and power?”
“I’m the boss of the Scottish Mafia.”
He stares at Eva with wide eyes. “You thought you could kill the boss of the Scottish Mafia and have no consequences? Are you stupid?”
“I deserved it.”
“I can’t believe you are the same woman that I have loved for years.”
“Please, Reed, I’m sorry,” Eva begs.
“Don’t lie, Eva. You have never been sorry for anything you have done. Why don’t you tell Reed how you had your demented nephew sexually assault Kayleigh in her own home?”
“You fucking did what?” he snarls.
She puts her head down in shame, but I continue, “Come on, Eva. Tell him about the icing on the cake. Since you were so determined to ruin me.”
“What else could you have done, Eva?”
“I injected her with a syringe of medicine that should have killed their baby.”
“How fucking dare you?” He sneers. “If you’re going to kill me, do it now. I can’t stand to be in her presence anymore.”
“Please, Reed. I’m sorry.”
“Would you shut up, you deceiving vamp bitch?” he yells at her, and for the first time, I’m actually seeing Eva cry.
“Anything you would like to say?” I ask Reed.
“Can you make sure my charity doesn’t fall apart after I’m gone? I run shelter for abuse victims, and I don’t want them to suffer because I chose to love the wrong woman.”
“Of course we will,” Kayleigh says with a smile. “Despite loving Eva, which is not your fault since she lied to you, it seems you have a good heart, and you’re right. It is not fair for them to suffer.”
“Thank you, and I’m sorry you and your baby were hurt because of Eva. People like her don’t deserve to live.”
Well, I’ll be damned. I actually like the guy. Too bad I have to kill him.
I walk up behind him; Eva starts thrashing around, screaming at me with tears flowing down her cheeks.
“Please, Erik. You heard he has nothing to do with what I did. Don’t kill him, punish me.”
“I’m doing exactly that. Knowing that you are the reason that Reed here is going to die is the only real way of punishing you.”
“In a different lifetime, I actually might have liked you, but I promise your charity will keep running,” I tell him quietly before I pull the trigger.
“REED! NO!” Eva screams. I watch as her whole body shakes with sobs.
“Eva, now you get to experience the other part of your punishment for your crimes against my family. Emilia, she is all yours,” I say, putting my gun away. I clean my hands and face off with a cloth before going to my seamrag bhea’s side.