Chapter 51 Caterina
Caterina
Andrey Pasello was the middleman between Orlov and Vincenzo.
He was the center for the sex trade. Elizabeth said he was one of the men who would rape and beat her nightly at the club they were forced to work in.
Who knows how many other women he took and lives he destroyed.
I was going to enjoy tormenting him, and he would tell me where Vincenzo took my wife.
Malachi had Andrey strung up in the basement, and Luca was already cutting the asshole. He was angry, his cuts sloppy as Andrey withered. He was going to be easy to break.
“Where did Vincenzo take Harlow?” I growled through clenched teeth.
“Fuck you.”
I tilted my head, waiting for Malachi to bring me the pipe I asked for. Luca handed me a knife, and I stabbed him in his penis, twisting the blade as he screamed with Italian curses flying from his lips. “I have all fucking night. Where the fuck is she?”
“She’s getting fucked. Harlow is a filthy whore. Wettest pussy I’ve sunk my cock into.”
I stabbed him again, over and over, until his blood was soaking through my clothes.
He was shivering with pain as his blood pooled on the floor.
His chest was heaving as he sobbed in misery.
It was something I wasn’t supposed to do, but his words were filthy fucking lies.
I looked at the mess I made and then glanced at Luca who had a satisfied smirk on his face.
“He won’t be using that anymore,” Luca chimed, satisfied with my work.
“Good.”
Malachi walked back to the basement, the broken, rusted pipe swinging in his hand. “Damn. You practically killed the bastard already.”
“He’s not dead yet,” Luca gritted out. “Give me the pipe.”
Luca hit him in the gut first before stepping behind him. Andrey pulled weakly at the restraints as I lowered him a bit so his feet were on solid ground. “Stop. What are you doing?”
“Stop. Please,” Luca mimicked. “Elizabeth said the same thing, yet you still shoved a rusty pipe inside her.” Andrey screamed, thrashing as Luca slowly pushed the pipe into his asshole. “She almost fucking died, and you didn’t care.”
Andrey laughed weakly. “Her pussy was used. Bitch was useless. Wasted goods. Now, Harlow? She was the best.” Rage filled my veins as I grasped my dagger tighter. “She loved begging and crying for me. She loved my co—”
I lifted my hand without thinking and sank my knife into his eye socket, going all the way to the hilt. “Well fuck,” I berated, kicking the asshole. “I wasn’t supposed to do that.”
“It’s done,” Luca said, shoving the pipe further up his ass. “I’m going to comfort my girl now. Don’t need me.”
The punching bag and Spencer weren’t enough to help conceal the anger inside my chest. Lena didn’t clear me, but I didn’t care if my arm wasn’t fully healed.
My fist throbbed from the three places my skin split after I hit the bag over and over again without my gloves.
Spencer came up behind me to stop me, and I ended up giving her a swift right hook to the face.
One thing about Spencer was she could take me down—and she did, even when I kicked and fought like a child.
It took her putting me in a chokehold for me to finally calm down.
She let me go and I stood up, clenching my fists. It should calm me down, but I was still radiating with anger. “You need to breathe, Cat,” Spencer demanded as she pivoted on her toes. “You’re angry, and it—”
“Of course, I’m fucking angry!” I hissed, swinging my fist but she dodged it.
“My wife is in the hands of the man who raped and tormented her for fucking years. I watched a video of him tormenting her and raping her while I am here fucking living. She’s alone without me.
She thinks I’m fucking dead. What the hell do you think I’m supposed to do? ”
My chest tightened, and that pesky emotion that I hadn’t felt in years, but multiple times in the last month surfaced.
I collapsed to the floor on my knees as I sobbed.
Spencer, who was not the comforting type, fell to my side and pulled me into her arms as I sobbed into her chest. I’d tried too hard to be strong, keeping a straight face while the love of my life was fighting a battle alone.
She was being tormented and abused every fucking day she was trapped with him, and I needed her back in my arms, in our bed and safe.
I wanted to hold her while she cried and let her know that everything would be okay.
“I n-need h-her.”
“I know. We’ll get her. One way. This is what she needs. Stop trying to be strong for everyone. Fucking cry; do something besides hold it in. That’s when you make mistakes.”
“I shouldn’t be learning about what she experienced because of these men. I want them all dead.”
“And we can kill however many you want. I’m fine with killing everyone associated with Vincenzo. I haven’t had this much practice in years.”
“Did someone hurt you?” I questioned.
“Mmm, no. I’m just crazy. Now my dad came close a couple times, but my mom had sister wives who loved me, so they killed him. Our religious cult morphed into a witchy woman coven. Women really are pretty amazing when they don’t let men detour their lives.”
“I just had to make sure, because you never told me.”
She laughed. “Trauma dumping is easy. What was I supposed to tell you? I’m batshit crazy and I like carving up shitty men?”
“Yes, actually. Put it on the top of your resume.”
“Noted. If you decide to get rid of me, I’ll work with Natalya. I think it’ll be fun. Now get your ass up and let’s go find your wife.”