Chapter 54 Caterina
Caterina
When we got back to my estate, Spencer eagerly took the men to the basement with a pep in her step. She was too excited to torture these men to find my wife; she had a soft spot for Harlow. When I had my wife back home, I was going to trap her in my room and wrap her in bubble wrap.
Roman stepped to the balcony, calling Natalya to inform her about the updates we found in Orlov’s office. When he stepped back inside, he had a look on his face. “What is it?”
“Natalya is headed to Kansas, but Vera is on her way here with guests. I’m going to wait for my wife. Go help Spencer kill these men so we can find your wife.”
I nodded, walking downstairs to my basement where there was already screaming and slurs echoing off the wall. I found Spencer on her knees in front of one of the men—which was never a scene we ever saw—but she was cutting the man’s cock, tying the skin into bows as blood dripped to the floor.
“Cat, babe, bring me the butcher’s knife, please.”
I grabbed the knife walking over to her, flipping the knife and handing it to Spencer. “Having fun?”
“He keeps twitching. Men should never torture men. They never go for the penis. Penis Picasso is always what breaks these men.”
“You’re having too much fun with this.”
“I’m an artist, Cat. I’m working on that confession, although I think he’s going to pass out from the pain.”
“Then he’s useless to me.” I dragged my personal knife across his throat, shredding his carotid and windpipe. He didn’t struggle.
“You never let me have fun.”
I rolled my eyes. “Go to that one. Get the confession and then you can do whatever you want to his penis.”
Spencer jumped happily to the next man, grabbing and inspecting his penis. “Yours is pretty,” she told the man. I needed to hire someone else who liked to torment people. “I wonder if I can make it look like a water fountain. Cat, do we have acid?”
“I can get some. What do you plan on doing with it?”
“After a little Picasso, I want to see if it works as a fountain. The acid just makes it hurt more.” The man kicked at Spencer, which made her angry. “If you tell us where Vincenzo and my girl’s wife is, you won’t have to worry about that.”
“I’m not a snitch.”
Spencer shrugged. “Works for me.” She took her knife out and started at the tip, digging it in slowly and pulling back. The blade sunk into the man’s cock, and he screamed. Spencer loved penis torture. The sexual kind and the murderous kind. I’d leave this to her.
“Luca is bringing the acid.” The man struggled against his restraints. Spencer made the tip of his dick into a flower. “How the hell did you do that?”
“I like origami, and I was in the cult version of Girl Scouts, so I can tie knots. It’s fun and makes the torture interesting. If I did the little holes correctly, it’ll look like a fountain when I inject the acid before it, ya know, disintegrates.”
Fifteen minutes later, Luca was coming downstairs with a vial of acid.
Spencer’s face lit up like a child’s did on Christmas morning.
She really loved torture and right now, I could care less if it was overboard.
Spencer filled a glass syringe and looked at the man with a smirk on her face.
My curiosity was intrigued. I wondered what this would do internally to an organ instead of being swallowed.
“How long until his dick falls off?”
She shrugged. “It won’t fall off. It’ll burn and be painful, but watching the acid eat the skin is satisfying.”
The man screamed, trying to kick Spencer. “Stop! Stop! Vincenzo has a bunker!”
“Damn, I really wanted to do this,” Spencer muttered.
“Where?” I asked.
“There’s a shed in the woods seven miles away from his house. The bunker is under there. It’s where they are. Please, get that crazy bitch away from my dick.”
I smirked, looking at Spencer who sighed. “No one wants an acid penis.”
I lifted my gun and shot him in the head. “I’ll find someone for you. They are useless to me now. I got what I needed.”
I left the basement, calling Malachi. When I got back to the living room, Roman was there with his wife and another woman.
She was more frail, with salt-and-pepper hair, but she didn’t look that old.
There were also three young children with her.
I glanced at Roman as the woman looked at me.
Her eyes were exactly like the ones I fell in love with.
Harlow’s mother.
“Cat, this is Marie Lewis.”
Marie stepped forward, reaching out for my hands. “M-My daughter is alive?” I grasped her hands. I didn’t want to lie to her, but Harlow was alive and I would be bringing her back home. She would not miss this moment.
I nodded. “She is, and I am going to bring her back home. Vincenzo took her back, but I am going to save her.”
She almost collapsed, but I caught her and she grabbed onto me. “Vincenzo, h-he s-said they ki-killed her. That’s why I didn’t fight I-Igor.”
Vincenzo lied to them both. For the last eight years, they both thought the other was dead. “I don’t know why he did it, but I promise I am going to bring her home and he will die.”
Her chin trembled. “Please, bring my baby home.”
Harlow and her mother would be together again, no matter what I had to do. “I know where she is and we’re going to get her.” I pulled my phone out, and I called Opal. I needed to get her here ASAP, but her line went straight to voicemail.
Malachi stepped towards me. “Alexi is five minutes away with Opal.”
I met Alexi and Opal out front. She knew Harlow was missing, but I didn’t know how to drop this bombshell on her. Her granddaughter was missing, but her daughter, the woman we all assumed was dead, was in my kitchen with three young children.
“Did you find Harlow?” Opal asked, desperation lacing her voice.
I grimaced. “No, but I know where she is. There is something else. I don’t know how to explain it, but…” I stopped. There was no point in telling her when I should just let her see for herself. “Just come with me.”
I took her hand and we walked into my home. The last thing I needed was her having a heart attack from this surprise, but I couldn’t explain how her daughter was alive.
Marie was fixing a glass of milk for Hope, her daughter, when we stepped into the kitchen.
Opal stopped, grabbing the doorframe and grasping my hand as she stared at the woman.
It took Marie a moment before she looked up.
The glass slipped from her hand, shattering on the ground as she stumbled.
Antonio and Malachi grabbed her before she fell.
Opal let go of me and rushed to her daughter’s side. She grabbed her face, making sure she wasn’t seeing things before wrapping her arms around her.
“My baby!” Opal cried. Her fingers dug into her hair as she tried to pull the frail woman closer. “I can’t believe it. You’re both alive.”
“Did you see her?”
“Not yet, but Cat showed me pictures. She is beautiful.”
I needed to get my wife back here to have a reunion she craved but never thought she would have.
In all my years, I never expected this outcome, but I would make sure my wife saw her mother once more.
Their lives would finally get back on track, and healing would start.
There would be a lot of work to do, and I needed Serena to talk to Marie and the children, or get a child psychologist here to talk with them, but she was an expert with kids and PTSD.
“They said she died. I-I…I didn’t fight Igor because my reason was gone. If I knew…”
Opal pulled her daughter into her tighter. What was Vincenzo’s game? Why did he need the other to believe they were dead? I needed to find my wife and bring her back home. I would have her back, and she would be reunited with her mother after eight agonizing years.