23. Sandro #3
Each break is accompanied by another howl. It takes both of his feet and his knees before he finally pisses himself. I’m surprised it took that long. From the look on Tennant’s face, it does him as well. Shrugging, I decide we may as well see how far we can push the guy.
“I think he’ll pass out after two more breaks. What do you think?” I ask Tennant as I breathe heavily, resting for a moment. I really need to start training again, if the Council allows it.
“Hmm…I give it three. So far he’s shown more stamina than I expected. But eventually, he’ll pass out. Elbows next?”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” I nod, agreeable to the plan, as long as I can continue feeding the high I’m getting from torturing Robert.
“Fuck, no, please! Just stop!” Robert cries, but I merely roll my eyes. It’s fun to be more open with my expressions.
Letting go of the old Il Padrone has been liberating in ways I didn’t expect. I no longer have to be a perfectly cold mafia Boss. No, now I can be a sarcastic asshole to the rest and it is considered a plus.
I gesture toward the left elbow, and Tennant quickly locks the area down. One hard swing and the sound of crunching bone is glorious. Unfortunately, it appears that both Daddy and I were wrong… Robert is out cold already.
Sighing, I shake my head in disgust. “That just takes the fun out of it.”
“I’m sorry, Sweet Boy. But at least you get to have fun at the board meeting in two days.”
“Really?” I almost bounce on my toes, I’m so excited. I can’t wait to turn in Robert’s resignation, personally. Fuckers. And if I’m lucky, the Senator will be there…
Laughing, Tennant gestures to Robert’s unconscious body. “Take care of this and we can head home.”
“Do you have a gun on you? I’d rather not have to clean off my knife if we can just put a bullet in his head.”
Tennant cocks his head, his eyes narrowing at me. With his deep voice that spells doom, he says, “And where is your gun?”
“Uh…I don’t have one? When we go out on missions, I’m given one, but when we get back, a guard immediately retrieves it from me, as I’m not allowed to keep it.”
I swallow uneasily at the look in Tennant’s eyes. It’s one that speaks to a level of destruction that I really don’t want to see. I have a feeling things get flattened with it.
“Is it the same for Cristian?” The narrowed look he gives me almost has me backing up. I’m unable to find my voice, so I nod instead. “Fucking hell. We’re going to fix this. I refuse to have you both handicapped in such a way.”
“Please don’t cause an issue with the Council. I know they let us live, and that’s far more than either of us expected. But to even have a chance to work with people again… I don’t want to push them if this is what makes them feel safe.”
I drop my gaze, unable to look at him in case he sees the shame inside me.
I hate to beg, but I will. I don’t know how to be anything other than this…
and the fear that the Council will take it away is strong.
I found baking to be soothing, but I admit, the more I’m in the field, the more I realize just how much this life runs in my blood.
I jolt at the fingers digging into my skin as Tennant grips my chin, forcing me to look up.
“Sweet Boy, you are in no danger of losing your spot here. But I will not stand for you to be insulted. Not when you offer a wealth of knowledge, and not when I know you’d throw your life on the line for any of us.
What happened in the past is done and over with.
You are actively getting help, and that counts.
You have to let go of the guilt, and if I need to kick some asses to make sure you aren’t suffering from stupidity… I don’t mind at all.”
Before I can raise any complaints, he crushes his lips against mine, and I immediately melt into him, letting him control my movements. It’s a heady sensation, knowing I can give him my worries and he won’t blame me. But fuck if I’ll ever get used to it.
He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, stroking my cheek tenderly.
For a moment, we stand there, our breaths perfectly in sync as we soak up this feeling between us.
Among the smells of the torture chamber, and with a bloody hammer still clutched in my hand, the bloom of what I can only call love unfurls, and isn’t that perfect for us.
A psychopath Daddy and an ex-mafia leader…
I almost laugh, but can’t break the spell Tennant has on me.
With a sigh, he finally pulls back, but not before brushing a kiss against my forehead, causing me shiver.
His smirk says it all. He knows exactly how sexy that move is dammit.
He whirls around impatiently, taking out his gun casually before sending me a wink over his shoulder as he shoots without watching.
It’s still a perfectly done shot, right in the middle of the forehead.
I giggle, the freedom almost choking me.
The wide smile on Tennant’s face relaxes me, and after I set the hammer where he instructs, so that it’ll get cleaned, I let him lead me out of the torture chamber.
I carefully don't meet any of the guard’s eyes.
I don’t want to see their hatred, not when I can celebrate the love I’m being showered with right now.