12. CHAPTER 12
12
IVAN
We receive a text from Carlos, with the location address he wants the traitors taken to, and make our way over there with the two dipshits tied up in the trunk. That was the easiest retrieval I've ever been a part of. The two dumbasses were both asleep in the living room when we broke into the back of the property, bottles of alcohol strewn over the kitchen. These guys are either really fucking dumb, or wanted to get caught.
“How far away is the location?” Si asks Jules, who is driving us out of the depressing suburbs.
“Thirty five minutes. Carlos and his men are already there with Dima.”
“D is there?” I ask surprised as I thought Lev would be the one to oversee this.
“Yeah. Aaron had an episode and attacked a patron at the bar where he was helping Seb. That guy is a loose cannon,” Jules says.
“I like him. Maybe he should do some of the dirty work we do, it might help him,” I say, and it's something I’ve mentioned to Lev. They told me what happened to Aaron and the guy needs an outlet. He’s a fucked up mess and needs somewhere to aim the anger. Fuck knows why Lev hasn’t allowed it. They’d have a great time together.
“That’ll never happen,” Jules says, and I know he’s right.
Conversation dies out and I let my mind drift away from the confinement of the car. I lean my head back onto the headrest and watch the world continuing to live on the streets that surround me as we drive further out of the city. The sky becomes darker, all the signs that rain is about to join us. I smile at its timing. Setting the mood for what no doubt will be hours of pain for the fuckers in the trunk. Maybe the rain will wash away all our sins. Not that I care. I know where I’m going after death if any of that hell and heaven actually exist. But I don’t mind. I prefer the warmth of fire than having to beg for forgiveness. I’m at peace with my life and never have felt guilt or regret. Besides, being an angel of good sounds fucking boring. I’d prefer to be a tormentor of the devil, at least it would be entertaining.
Speaking of angels, I remove my phone from my jacket and message Ty, hoping to frazzle his brain before he leaves work for the day. I want to make sure I’m on his mind for the rest of the evening.
I: You never did tell me earlier. How many men have you been with?
Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long for a response. I can just picture Ty in his office all wound up and enraged by my question.
Ty
What is wrong with you? I told you, I’m not discussing my personal life with you and I’m not gay.
Ivan
I know. You’re bi. How many men, Ty?
Ty
Fuck you.
Ivan
I can make that happen. But I’ll be fucking you, Ty.
Ty
You’re such an asshole. Arrogant too. This is harassment.
Ivan
How many Ty?
Ty
None of your business.
Ivan
That's okay. I’ll just stop by your office everyday until you answer me.
Ty
Don’t you dare!
I can’t help but grin, the fire Ty has gets me feeling all kinds of excitement. I want to prod him, push all his buttons. Make him lose control. I don’t respond and wait him out as I just know that clever brain of his is assessing which option is worse.
Ty
Two.
Ivan
How far did you go?
Ty
Just kissing and I’m not answering any more of your inappropriate questions. Leave me alone.
Ivan
Sweetheart, I’m only getting started, and the first place I’ll start is your cock. I bet it's a pretty thing. Thick and pink, desperate for release. I bet it's been a while since you had someone make you cum, Ty. I’ll make you cum so hard you’ll cry. You’ll want that virgin little hole of yours stuffed so full of me, you’ll be begging for more.
The message shows as read and I can sense the conflict. Three bubbles flash on the screen and disappear. I think I’ve rendered him speechless, but I know he’ll be rubbing one out tonight thinking of me.
“We’re here,” Jules says from the driver's seat, as we pull into a large property with a gated driveway. Nice.
As we get out of the car, two unknown guards appear with Carlos and Dima at the large double fronted doors.
“Did it go smoothly?” Carlos asks.
“Yep. They were drunk and passed out. I don’t think you’ll miss them, as no self respecting guard would be asleep on the job. Lets hope your brother is just as useless,” I say as I move to help Si get the two idiots out of the trunk and hand them over to Carlos’ men before grabbing my bag of toys and following everyone into the house. It's a large house, some may even say it's a mansion, though nowhere near as large as Dima and Lev’s property. As we walk further inside, it's easy to tell this house is used for business only. The property is completely bare of any furniture or decor, apart from a few wooden chairs scattered around.
I follow the guys further into the house until we reach another set of double doors that open into a large space with a small stage at the end of the room and what looks like a recording studio in a glass partitioned area to the side of the room.
“Anyone famous live here?” Si asks as he eyes the room with interest.
“I didn’t check. I just know a band used to rehearse here and it's soundproof,” Carlos says as he directs his guards in with the two prisoners, who they place in chairs that have been brought into the room. It's just now I realize that the floor is covered in some sort of waterproof material, which I guess makes sense considering what this room is for.
Everyone spreads out in the room, surrounding the two guys, all eyes on them. Carlos comes over next to me and nudges my arm.
“What's in the bag?” he asks, looking at the large black bag in my hand.
“Would you like me to tell you, or show you?” I ask and he chuckles. My eyes flicker to Si who is staring at us both like he is about to charge. Well, well, well. Simon is jealous.
“I prefer visuals,” Carlos says, and I’m pretty sure he has noticed Simon’s annoyance too and is flirting with me.
“Then let me blow your mind,” I say with a wink as I open my bag to retrieve my custom made tattoo gun. I’ve only used it once when dealing with the Jules and Kai drama, so I’m excited to try something new with it.
“Are we doing this or not?” Simon snaps from the other side of the room.
“Hey. Watch it, Simon. I won’t warn you again,” Dima warns coldly. Simon just nods and crosses his arms across his chest. Using all his energy to prevent what looks like a meltdown.
After assembling my machine, I move over to dumbass number one. No idea what their names are, but this dipshit has so much hair gel in his long black hair, it looks like he dunked his head in a vat of oil. He has a huge nose, beady eyes and skin so fair, it's almost translucent. The guy screams disloyal. Dumbass number two looks like he belongs in a frat house. His brown hair is cut military style, his features are slightly softer, but from the arrogant smirk on his face, you can see the immaturity shine through. This guy walks through life thinking his shit doesn't stink and that he will always be rescued. I bet he’s new to the game. Too naive to have been on the streets for a long time.
“Any requests?” I ask Carlos as I crouch down in front of dumbass number one, who is eyeing my tattoo gun with nothing but fear.
“Only hurt them. After we get what we want, my men will deal with the rest.”
“Excellent. Jules, can you hold his head?” I say, and Jules walks over, grabbing the sides of his head into a locked position.
I start up my machine and decide to start small first.
“Where is Enrico?” I ask as my gun whirls to life, the vibrating noise setting the tone of the room.
“Just do what ya gotta do, I ain’t saying shit.”
“Okay,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
I place the small vibrating blade at the top of his right ear and slowly start to cut through the muscle and flesh. It takes a little longer to do than if I used a blade, due to the small size of the tip of my gun. I zone out from the deafening screams as his ear, piece by piece, is removed from his head. When I get halfway, I stop.
“Last chance. Where is Enrico?” I ask. I can’t help but admire the blood trickling down the side of his face, and I won’t lie and say it doesn’t turn me on. The smell of fear is so potent, it stirs nothing but desire in my gut. Desire to make blood flow out of him like a faucet. Fuck, I wish Ty was here so I could get off.
“Never…telling,” he mumbles. Fair enough.
“Si, could you film this? I wanna send it to Lev,” I say.
“What? Are you serious?” Simon asks.
“Just fucking do it. We’re wasting time and there's no point arguing with him,” Dima says from behind me. Simon sighs deeply and moves closer with his phone and starts to film. I get back to work, concentrating on making this as smooth of a removal as possible. I’m pretty fucking proud of this device. I’m so fucking clever.
“Ahhh!! Stop…just stop!” he screams.
“Hold fucking still,” Jules snaps at him. The ear finally comes away from his face and I hold it up to admire it and show it to the camera. Lev will fucking love this. And Aaron.
I move in front of the dumbass’s face and get his attention by slapping his cheek.
“Hey, look at me,” I say as weary wet dull brown eyes stare at me.
I place the ear in front of my mouth.
“Helloooo….can you hear me?” I say and laugh. I look over at Si who’s shaking his head at me and tell him to forward the video to me. Throwing the ear on the floor, I glance over at dumbass number two, who doesn’t look cocky anymore, he actually looks on the verge of either passing out or vomiting. This shit is getting real for him. I move over to him with my tattoo gun still in my hand.
“Your turn,” I say.
“No! Please don’t. I’ll tell you what you want, but please don’t hurt me,” he grovels. Snot runs from his nose as tears stream down his face. Weak. I move the blade of the gun to the side of his mouth.
“Where’s Enrico?”
“He’s at the Infinity Hotel in Manhattan. The penthouse.”
“A hotel?” Carlos asks, his face frowning, totally perplexed by the answer.
“Yeah. He thought it would be clever to hide in the open where you’d never think to look. He has a friend who will be taking him out of the country in two days. That's all I know!” he cries, and I’m slightly disappointed as I was hoping to carve a smile onto his face.
“You want me to stop?” I ask Carlos. And he nods. But I can’t resist the temptation of cutting this fucker, so without warning, I turn my machine on and quickly glide the blade from the left corner of his mouth in an upward motion. Of course, he tries to move away and screams. I pull the blade away and turn off the machine and grin. His face now looks like a permanent smirk. A bleeding smirk. I look over my shoulder at Carlos who laughs.
“Sorry, my hand slipped,” I say as I pack away my things.
“I noticed,” Carlos says and we both laugh. Again, I look over at Simon who I’m pretty sure wants to kill me and Carlos.
“Thank you again for your assistance, Ivan. We’ve got it from here,” Carlos says.
“Great. Now let's get out of here, as I need to get back,” Dima says as he shakes hands with Carlos. Myself and Jules also shake his hand, but of course, sulky Si just glares at him.
“No goodbye, little lion?” Carlos says, and smiles like he knows what those words do to Si.
“You’re a fucking asshole. Don’t talk to me,” Simon says as he goes to shoulder push Carlos, but Carlos grabs his arm.
“Careful, little lion,” Carlos warns in a low voice that I’ve not heard from him before. He’s a deathly predator dressed in a sexy costume to show the world different. But I can see the real him. Evil recognizes evil.
Before I have a chance to say anything, Simon rears back his clenched fist and punches Carlos across the face. His guards immediately jump to grab Si.
“Get the fuck off me,” Si shouts.
Oh shit.
Carlos laughs loudly as he watches Simon struggle against his men.
“Carlos, I'm sure we can work this out,” Dima says, trying to de-escalate the situation.
“No, it's fine. Let him go. But you now owe me, Simon.”
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“Simon. Shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your head myself,” Dima shouts.
Carlos rubs his jaw and orders his men to release Simon and turns his attention to D.
“He’s quite the liability, Dima. But I’m a reasonable man. I’ll forget this whole thing, as long as Simon fulfills whatever request I have for him. One favor in return for his freedom.”
“When?” Dima asks.
“What! You can’t be serious Dima, he fucking deserved it!”
“Simon. Shut it!” Dima roars. Simon looks down at the ground in defeat and steps back.
“There is no timeframe. He’s lucky I'm allowing him to walk away. Other men in his position would be dead.”
“We understand. Don’t we Simon?” Dima asks with a look that warns him he better play along.
“Fine,” he grits out as he storms out of the room.
“I’ll be in touch, little lion,” Carlos calls out to Si as he walks away. He momentarily stops, clenching his fists before retreating.
“I don’t know what his problem is,” Dima mutters to Carlos.
“Oh I do. Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. We need to finish up here so you can see yourselves out,” Carlos says before focusing on the two dumbasses.
“See you around, Carlos,” I say as I grab my shit and head out with Dima, Jules and Si.