34. Thirty-Three
Thirty-Three
Kayleigh
"Y ou okay, seamrag bhea?” Erik asks once he joins me.
I look up at him. “Of course.”
“Good.” He smiles sweetly before leaning down and kissing me, but before we can get into it, Eva’s screams break us apart. Emilia is smirking as she pours something over Eva’s arm.
“Lemon juice.”
I nod and watch as Eva tries to move her arm around. Emilia rubs her hands together. “Now time for the fun part. Erik, do you have any questions you want answers for?”
“Where is Brodie?”
“Who is Brodie?”
“Her fucking nephew.”
“The one who sexually assaulted Kayleigh?”
“Yes.”
She nods and turns back to Eva. “Tell us where he is or I will force the answers out of you.”
“Why would I tell you when he just killed Reed?” Eva has gone from screaming and mourning back to her vindictive bitch personality.
“Because if you don’t, I promise I will still get the answers from you. Many Mafia men prefer not to torture women. Me? I enjoy every moment of torturing women like you. I have done it before and loved every fucking second. This is your one chance to save yourself from blinding pain.”
“You stupid Irish whore. I should have just shot you in the bathroom,” Eva screams at me. Emilia bitch slaps Eva so hard her face whips to the side, and I swear I hear it bouncing off the concrete walls.
“You don’t get to talk to her. You are beneath her. You were never Erik’s queen. Kayleigh is his queen.”
“NO! She doesn’t get to have what I wanted.”
“But she will, Eva. She will have a crowing ceremony; she will wear my family engagement ring; she is having my baby. All of that, you never had,” Erik tells her.
“Where is Brodie?” Emilia asks her.
“Fuck you, bitch,” Eva says and spits in Emilia’s face. At that, Emilia’s calm masks slips. Mateo marches up to Eva and yanks her head back by her hair to the point it looks like he is going to snap her neck.
“Don’t you ever, and I MEAN FUCKING EVER, spit at my wife!” he screams in her face. Wow, I have never seen Mateo get protective over Emilia like this.
“It’s ok, il mio re.”
“No it’s not. You know exactly how I feel when anyone disrespects you,” he says, clearly still pissed. Emilia puts her hand over his and he slowly releases Eva’s hair.
“This is why I love you. Now can you let go so I can torture her? And then you can fuck me.” He sighs, letting go then cupping Emilia’s face and giving her a quick but passionate kiss before stepping back.
“Damn it, Mateo. Now you made me wet and I have to torture her while fucking horny.” I hear the men in the room cough and choke; obviously they weren’t expecting that to come out of her mouth.
Mateo smirks. “Delayed gratification.”
“Asshole.” She walks over to Eva and cuts off her clothes.
“No, don’t,” Eva demands but Emilia ignores her and walks back to her table. She grabs yellow gloves like the ones you use for deep cleaning before picking up a clamp looking thing.
“I need two men to hold her legs open wide.” Erik snaps his fingers and two of the men do as she demands. I watch as Emilia spread’s Eva’s pussy lips before attaching the clamp to her clit. I glance at Erik and the other men, and they are all shocked. But so am I. Emilia has told me about the spider clamp, but I have never seen it in action. Not to say I haven’t been curious though.
Once it is in place, she goes over and grabs a horse bit attached to a leather strap, a car battery, and what looks like a portable charger. Emilia walks behind Eva and lines the bit up with her mouth but she refuses to open it. She shakes her head, trying to get away, and Emilia sighs but pinches her nose. Eva’s face starts to turn red after a minute of not breathing, and when it does, Emilia nods at Mateo who comes over and grabs the bit. Emilia walks around Eva and uses her knife to stab her in the thigh again, causing Eva to cry out, which is just long enough for Mateo to slide the bit in her mouth.
“Nice and tight, il mio re,” Emilia tells him. I watch as he yanks the leather strap through the buckle before fastening it. I can see the metal of the bit biting into the corners of Eva’s mouth.
Emilia goes back to work; she attaches the jumper cables to the edges of the clamp. Once they are in place, she stands back and attaches the car battery to the portable charger.
“Let’s do a test run first,” she says as she turns it on. Eva starts to scream as her body shakes; it only lasts for a few seconds before Emilia turns it off.
“Perfect, it works.”
Emilia turns it on again but keeps it turned on longer this time.
“That was for trying to kill Erik,” she tells Eva.
She turns it back on again, and I watch as blood seeps from Eva’s lips. I guess she must have bitten herself.
“That is for having your fucking nephew sexually assault Kayleigh.” Emilia turns it on again, leaving it on for at least thirty seconds before she turns it off.
“That was for trying to kill her baby. Are you ready to talk?” Eva nods her head yes. “Okay then.” But instead of stopping, Emilia turns it back on for a whole damn minute. When she takes the bit out of Eva’s mouth, blood pours down her chin like a faucet. Yep, she must’ve bitten her tongue.
“I…” cough… “Said I…” another cough… “Going to talk…” cough.
Emilia shrugs. “You fucked with Kayleigh and you had to pay the price. Now where is Brodie?”
“His friend’s father owns a home in Zimbabwe.”
“Name of the friend.”
“William Summers.”
Emilia nods and removes the clamp from Eva, who sighs in relief thinking her pain is done. But I see the diabolical glint in Emilia’s eyes and know she is nowhere close to being finished. She gets the men to grab hot tar, and I have to cover my ears as the screams that come from Eva’s mouth are so loud even a deaf person could have heard.
“Now for the final touch,” Emilia says after all the tar has been poured over Eva’s shoulders. Emilia grabs a can of gasoline and not only pours it on her shoulders, but on her head as well. Mateo grabs Emilia around her waist and pulls her back as soon as the gasoline goes up in a roaring fire.
“You cannot get close to a fire like that,” he says, anger and worry in his voice.
“I was getting ready to step away.”
“Not fast enough,” he mumbles burrowing his face in her hair.
“I’m okay,” she says quietly before turning to Erik. “You have any marshmallows?”
“Marshmallows? Why do you need marshmallows?”
“For s’mores, of course.”
“You want to roast marshmallows over my ex-wife’s burning body?”
“Why not?” She shrugs, and Erik just looks over at Mateo.
“I heard she was diabolical, but seeing what she did and now her asking for marshmallows… diabolical doesn’t even cover it.”
“You have no idea,” Mateo says with a proud grin.