Chapter 70
Sebastian
“Wh-What’s going on Sebastian?” Riley stutters out, spinning on her heel to face me. She pins me with wide eyes. I can see the fear in her face and fuck me if that doesn’t make my dick hard. The thought of taking her right here and now flicks through my mind. She’s ready for me, she just doesn't know it yet, but she will soon enough. I've been a patient man but it's wearing thin.
“This is your surprise,” I say as I lean back against the door we just entered, kicking one foot up and crossing my arms.
She glares at me but I just stare back with a blank face.
“Flowers are a surprise. Dinner is a surprise. A fucking picnic is a surprise!” She seethes, her voice getting louder. “My soon-to-be-stalker/kidnapper/Ex-husband, bound and gagged is NOT a fucking surprise!”
“I'm not really the flower or picnic type of guy,” I say casually. “But for you, I could make an exception. ”
She glares at me. “That's not really the point I'm trying to make, Sebastian. If you're trying to woo me, this isn't the way to do it.”
My eyes narrow and I stalk towards her. She visibly gulps when I wrap my hand around her neck and tilt her face up to mine. “Maybe I wasn't clear enough in the car, little mouse. You are mine, I don't need to woo you, we both know it. If it makes you feel better to pretend to fight that fact, I'll play along. Hell, I'll even buy you flowers if you feel it necessary.”
My grip tightens on her throat causing her to whimper and bite her lip. I smirk while leaning towards her ear. “But make no mistake Riley, you are mine now, and there is absolutely nothing that is going to change that.”
I hear movement and look over Riley to see Nate is waking up from his beauty rest. He sees me with my hand around Rileys throat and immediately starts thrashing on the medical table he is strapped to. I ignore him and look around the room, finally taking in our surroundings.
This place is outrageous but I would expect nothing less from the Manitellies. This is what a true mafia torture house must look like. There are various devices all along the wall. Anything from small knives and razor blades to what looks to be electric shock pads, and even some items I have never seen before.
Another wall is flush with display cabinets. I don't have to open them to see the medical supplies completely stocked within. Every pharmaceutical you could think of is neatly organized inside. Antonio is OCD as fuck so I already know this is his doing. I roll my eyes when I realize the drugs are even in alphabetical order. I'm not going to complain though, this is fantastic. I'll have to have a conversation with Andre about why I didn't know about this place sooner. Whistling to myself, I grab a scalpel off a rolling cart and turn towards Nate. His eyes widen as I approach and he starts wiggling his body. It's no use though. He's strapped to the table like a patient in a nuthouse. I start a thin slice down the front of his shirt just deep enough to slice it open and barely knick his skin. He screams through the gag like a little bitch. I scoff “Really, Nate? You have been working for Lockhart for this long now and a little slice like that is going to send you screaming already?”
He stops screaming and glares at me.
I slice the gag off him and he immediately starts screaming at me “You Motherfucker. He’s going to kill you! Riley baby, come here. Untie me Riley. I’m your husband.”
I turn towards Riley and lift my brow. She just stands there. I think maybe she’s in shock.
“You fucking bitch! Why are you just standing there? Get the fuck over here and untie me before…” I backhand him, sending blood flying from his mouth before he can finish his se ntence.
“Don’t talk to her. She no longer belongs to you,” I say gripping his jaw. “What kind of work have you been doing for Lockhart?”
He starts laughing incessantly. This guy is completely off his rocker. I slap him and he stops laughing.
“If I tell you, will you let me leave here alive?”
I pretend to ponder in my head for a minute before replying, “I think we might be able to come to some sort of arrangement.”
“He knows my father!” He blurts out. “He deals in skin.”
Riley inhales a breath from behind me, “Oh my God Nate, what have you gotten involved in?”
He turns and glares at her, “This is your fucking fault. My father forced me to marry you to cover a debt your father owed to Lockhart. Everything was going fine until you decided to start working at that damn law firm.”
“You never loved me?” She asks in a soft voice.