Chapter 52 #2
Only till this fucker’s dead.
We’ll see…
As I sat there pondering on where the dickhead was, I realised it had been a long while since my demons had risen to haunt me.
That had been her doing. She was cleansing my soul from the inside out and making me feel all shiny and new again.
Fuck. Anger slithered up my spine as I imagined her hiding in that loft, waiting to die.
I had never killed someone I’d hated before, and the feeling of being desperate to wring someone’s neck was new…
different. He’d hurt the only person other than my parents that I’d ever loved, and killed one of the few people that didn’t piss me off.
Tyler hadn’t deserved to die. He’d been too young, too full of life.
He was a good kid who had looked up to me, and I had failed him.
Henry deserved everything he got tonight.
My ears pricked up at the sound of a key turning in the lock.
Showtime. But, he wasn’t alone. I shot a quick text to Danil to let him know his next move then shoved my phone back in my pocket and leaned back.
The faint giggle of a woman assaulted my ears as I cracked my neck.
Resting my ankle on my thigh, I began flicking my lighter open and closed, patiently waiting.
A heartbeat later the door opened, revealing the prick of all pricks.
“Remember what your name is in here,” he murmured, pushing her onto the bed before unbuttoning his shirt.
“Isabella,” smirked the dark brunette, her legs falling open the second she hit the mattress.
I didn’t fucking think so.
“Seems like someone’s a lil’ obsessed.” I said, flicking on the lamp and rising from the chair. A scream left his date's lips. “If I were you, darlin’, I’d run and never look back. This geezer’s bad news.” I cocked my head toward the door and within seconds she was up and gone.
“Ugh, you. Have you got a death wish?” he drawled.
“Nah, mate. But you do.” I said, stalking around the bed.
His eyes darted between me and the door, as he began backing up.
“Ah, ah, ah. Move a fuckin’ muscle and I’ll carve your knee caps out.
” I took two steps toward him before the tosser, bolted and sprinted out of the bedroom door.
For fucks sake. I didn’t have time for a pissing game of chase.
With the flick of my wrist, I threw my knife across the room, satisfied when it penetrated deep in the back of Henry’s knee.
He fell to the floor in agony. “Ow! You fucking bastard.”
“See, mate, I don’t like it when people don’t do as they're told. And you, you little cunt, never fuckin’ listen.” I scoffed, booting his ribs.
“F-fuck y-you.” he mumbled, curling up on his side.
“What was that? Fuck me? Don’t fuckin’ think so.” I replied, slamming the toe of my boot against his tail bone. He cursed and threw his arm out, grabbing my calf. Growling, I yanked his hand away and kicked him over and over in the ribs till the fucker coughed up blood.
“Stop. Jesus, Ramos. What the fuck do you want?” he wailed, curling himself tighter into a ball.
“You beggin’ me to spare your pathetic life before I end it with great fuckin’ pleasure.” I fisted the back of his shirt, hoisting him to his feet and as if on cue, Danil swanned in looking his usual dapper self.
“Alright, Arturo. Hope you’ve not been having too much fun.” He smiled a sinisterly as Henry did his best to resist my hold.
“Danil, perfect timin’ mate. Let’s get this wanker where he needs to go.” I laughed, shoving Henry out the door. “Lorenzo follow through?”
“That he did, they’re already there waiting for us,” he replied, stabbing the button in the lift.
“We’re goin’ to have some fun, fella.” I jibbed at Henry as Danil smiled gleefully.
Danil and Jace, two guys who I’d grown to trust on Bella’s team, secured our little package to a chair in the middle of the shipping container as I went to check on Bella.
“You alright?” I asked, cupping her face.
“I’m fine. The sooner he’s dead the better.” I nodded as she rolled my chain between her fingertips, letting her forehead rest on my chest. “I just wish I could bring him back.”
“I know, my love. Look, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” I said, trying to catch her gaze. I knew killing the guy who had been stealing from her father had been hard, but this was different. Her reasons were different.
“I’m staying. We’re doing this for Tyler.”
“That’s my girl.” I smiled, cupping her face with both hands before drawing her in for a gentle kiss.
“Arturo, you ready?” Lorenzo questioned, pulling me from our bubble.
“Ready to gut the fucker? Oh, yeah.” I winked before taking over and yanking the blade from Henry’s leg. He gave a loud yelp. “Shit, sorry, did that hurt?” I asked, cleaning the blade on his cheek. “My bad.”
“You’re making a big mistake. When my father hears about this?—”
“Your father ain’t goin’ to do jack shit, mate.” Bending down I angled my knife towards his eye, grinning when he stiffened.
“So I kidnapped Little Miss Frigid. So what? She’s alive. Now let me go!”
“Nah,” I replied, slicing open his shirt.
“I-I’ll give you anything. Money? Stocks?” He cried.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Harry.” I stabbed my blade through his palm making him howl. “ Verás, esa es mi mujer y si la jodes, me jodes. ” I said over the screams.
“Arturo, he’s only gone and pissed himself.” Danil laughed. “Real shame his Daddy isn’t here to protect him any more. I think somebody’s a little scared.”
“He should be scared,” Lorenzo chimed in, joining me at Henry’s feet.
His hand clutched a long piece of wood. “He took my daughter and killed my nephew. If I was in his situation, I’d be really shitting bricks right about now.
” With that, he shoved the splintered wood through Henry’s side.
Agonised cries bounced against the metal walls as I stepped back, letting Lorenzo take the reins.
Henry’s shirt was soaked in sweat and the blood dripped down his side. He began to shake as he raised his head to Lorenzo. “What are you talking about? I didn’t kill shit!”
Ignoring him, Lorenzo caught Red’s eye. “You ready?”
Red came into view holding a power drill, his eyes were black with murderous intent. Without saying a word, he flicked the switch, making the drill whir to life. At my side, Bella stiffened as her eyes squeezed shut.
“ Hermosa , Red’s fine. Let him do what he needs to do.”
But a part of me understood. I had never seen Red look so vacant. I may not have lost a child but I understood the pain of losing those you love. We could only hope that having the support of those around him would help bring the real Red back.
An hour passed as we stood and watched Red torment Henry. The fact the little fucker was still conscious impressed me, but not by much. And despite my love of torture a part of me just wanted him dead.
“Go on, shitbag, keep screaming, each one is better than the last.” Red spoke in a monotone voice, sinking the drill under the nail of Henry’s pinky.
The sound of Bella’s breath hitching in her throat made me reach out and pull her in tight to my side.
Henry’s head sagged against his chest as blood ran down the arms of the chair.
“This is for my son. My fucking boy.” Red seethed. “You’re going to burn in hell for the shit you’ve done.”
“And what about you, huh? You sure aren’t exactly a mother fucking saint are you? Does it make you feel all tough, hacking me to pieces?” Henry laughed, the fucker actually laughed. “You’re going to burn in hell.
“I’m already in fucking hell,” he replied, tearing another hole in my black heart.
Wincing, I splayed my hand across Bella’s belly, thoughts rushing to our baby.
Even just the thought of someone hurting my unborn child made my blood run cold.
Sensing the darkness of my wayward thoughts, Bella rested her hand against mine.
“Arturo,” Red called before walking over. “He’s all yours.” I nodded as he tapped my shoulder.
“No,” Bella interjected, stepping forward, linking her fingers with my own. Her baby blues met mine. “He’s all ours.”
“Together?” I asked, making her nod.
Turning back toward Henry’s sagged form, I ripped the wood from his stomach.
“Ah!”
“Oh, Arturo, you should have prepared him for that.” Bella sang, as she twiddled her blade between her fingers. Lorenzo couldn’t hide his amusement, and neither could Luca.
“Ah, shit, sorry, must have slipped my mind.” I chuckled.
Working alongside Bella was something else. From her catlike movements to her growing sarcasm, she was a fucking picture to watch. Grinning, I picked up the pliers that Red had laid out prior to us arriving.
“Hold him still for me, Princesa .” Bella nodded, gripping his head, her hold tightening as he thrashed in his seat. “That’s my girl.” I winked, stopping in front of him. “Now, Harry?—”
“It’s Henry!” he spat, his chest heaving from exhaustion.
“Do I look like I give a toss what your name is? You came into this world as a Duval and now you’ll leave as nothing.
” I scoffed, prying his mouth open with ease.
Metal grinded against his tooth as I clamped the pliers over his incisor.
“Now, be a good little boy and tell me who you’re workin’ for?
Cause I know you ain’t the brains behind this operation. ”
“F—”
“Another fuck you? How original.” I replied as I rolled my eyes and yanked the tooth from his gum. Blood spurted in his mouth as he squealed. “Name?” I tried.
Henry groaned and sat back, panting.
“Oh dear, let’s try that again, shall we?” Bella chirped, calling the devil out to play.
At the clamping of another tooth, he let out a terrified scream which was muffled by my hand in his mouth. Without warning, I ripped another from his gob, tutting when blood spurted out across my shirt.
“Just so you know… I’m havin’ a whale of a time. So you go on keepin’ your gob shut and I’ll keep takin’ your teeth.” I smiled, pressing the pad of my thumb into the gaping hole in his palm.
“Ah, shit! Look, I don’t k-know who it is.” he managed through ragged breaths.
“You mean to tell me you accepted jobs and had no bloody clue who ordered you to do them? Don’t make me laugh.” I tutted, slapping him across the face.
“You don’t understand, he’ll kill me if I snitch.” he whimpered. “He’ll go after my d?—”
“Motherfucker, I’ll kill you unless you tell me what I need to know.”
“They have plans for you, you know? Plans I don’t want to ruin.
” he laughed, blood staining his teeth red.
My heart lurched as Henry confirmed my worst fears.
The same someone who had been stalking Isabella and I for months was the same person behind Henry’s involvement.
And the worst part was I still had no idea who it was.
“Why Bella?” I spat.
“Because I knew what she meant to you, and so did they. They’ve been watching you both for months.
But you already knew that didn’t you?” My throat bobbed as seven pairs of eyes stared daggers at my back.
From behind Henry, Bella caught my gaze and gave me the smallest of head shakes, silently telling me not to listen.
“Don’t you get it? She’s been collateral damage ever since you took the job,” he smirked.
“Shame she reserved that tight, pretty pussy for you though. I would have fucking destroyed it.” Bella’s hold didn’t loosen, but I could tell his words had rattled her.
Reeling in my anger, I clamped one of his front teeth and ripped it from the socket in one swift movement.
“Enough flirting, tell me who you are working for!” I demanded.
“No.”
Bella let go of his head, her eyes fixated on the table of goodies. My lips quirked up as she retrieved a blow torch, flickering it on.
“So, you like playing with fire do you? Come on then, I’ll show you just how it feels to burn.
” The moment the flames licked at his side he let out a roar of pain and fear.
The stench of burning flesh filling the container was enough to make my nose itch and my eyes water.
What do you know? Looks like my future wife was a bit of a pyromaniac. “Hurt , does it, you son of a bitch?”
“Fuck you, bitch! I’ll show you pain,” he seethed, spitting blood on her face.
“You know what you are, Duval? You’re a limp dick, pathetic little boy desperate to be back on his mommy’s tit, wrapped in a blond man’s body.
No wonder your mother scrammed when you were little.
I wouldn’t want you either.” With a shrug she then did something I did not foresee, swivelling her hands, she branded his stomach with her initials, something none of us expected.
Henry thrashed in his chair, before lurching forward and vomiting all over the floor.
“Fuck you, whore .” he wheezed out.
“Henry, cut the shit and tell my man what he wants to know. Do that and he’ll put you out of your misery. It’s either that or more playtime.” she sang, running the flame down his cheek. “I mean, I’ve got all night, don’t you, Arturo?”
“All damn day.” I shrugged, lighting up a cigarette.
Bella had been right, she had needed this, for her and for Tyler.
For hours, we watched Bella burn every inch of his body to a crisp.
By the end, I didn’t care if this fucker blabbed or not.
I would find out who the mastermind was soon enough and when I did, they’d end up a whole lot worse than Henry.
I’d make sure of it.