Jesus Christ! I needed to let this frustration out. I needed to get rid of this anger and rage before it exploded on the person who was the reason behind it.

I wanted to bend her over my desk and whip her ass until she had marks on them, I wanted to punish her for not listening to me, for sleeping with that piece of shit.

She lied to me, disrespected me, and talked to me like it wouldn't have any consequences but fucking hell I couldn't punish her the way that I wanted, I ended up locking her ass in a dark room.

If only she knew how much her defiance turned me the fuck on. She doesn't know Don Niko, she doesn't know what he is capable of. All she knows is Nikolai. Nikolai, who listens to her and does everything for her before she even asks for anything. Nikolai, who fucking acts like a pansy around her.

I fucking lost my mind when I didn't find her in her room last night. I would have turned the whole house up and down if it wasn't for Marco who told me that she went to a party. And that she told him that she had my fucking permission.

I was fucking furious. I would have killed her the second I had laid my eyes on her but for some fucked up reason I didn't. I called her cell phone, again and again, and she didn't even bother picking up.

When I got there one of her friends whom Marco had recognized, told me she went up to a bedroom with some guy.

I would have lit the whole party on fire with all of the people burning alive with it but I had to get my fucking princess first. I strode up the room only to find her peacefully asleep in bed with that guy. I'm sure his fucking face is unrecognizable now.

She was basically naked, I didn't do or say anything. I sat down on the couch and waited for her to come to her fucking senses before I decided what am I going to do to her.

My office door opened and I know who it was. No one had the nerve to enter my study without permission except for Scott.

I didn't pay any attention to him, my mind was still on her. I headed to the mini bar and poured myself a glass of whiskey. I don't drink much, drinking makes me unbearable.

Scott stood beside me and poured himself a glass too. He took a sip and chuckled. This fucking bastard was amused. He gave his head a shake before drowning the glass and pouring himself another one.

I walked back to my desk. "What's the update on Mateo?"

He chuckled again, lowly this time, discreetly. "Is that what you want to know about right now?"

"Yes..." I slammed my glass on the desk.

"Fine, he still hadn't opened his fucking mouth. Alessandro has tried almost everything. I think it's time we take it up a notch, don't you think?"

I nodded. "Do whatever is necessary to make him fucking talk. I need to know how he knew everything we did beforehand."

"You really went there, Niko" his tone was amused.

"She needed to learn a lesson" I replied dryly.

"There were other ways to teach her a lesson"

"No, there weren't"

He shook his head. "You have gone soft"

His words fucking infuriated me because I know I had made it easier for her. It was mercy, I don't show mercy to people who betray me and then disrespect me.

"She is a teenage girl getting her freedom for the first time? Did you think she wouldn't spiral out of control?"

He laughed. "You sound like you're her father"

"What would you have me do?" I asked, in no mood to entertain the bastard even more.

"For a girl like her, I would have gone for something more..." he thought for a while as if he was having difficulty choosing between his many options. "Bending her over and bruising her ass"

The thought had crossed my mind but I decided against it, "Next time..."

He chuckled again. "Again? You plan on keeping her around for long?"

"Where else would she go?"

"Leave that one on me"

I breathed out an annoyed chuckle. "You wanna fuck her?"

"You can't, someone has to," he traced his thumb over his lip.

"Why do you think I can't?"

"Grace Russell"

I raised an eyebrow. "And when has marriage stopped a man from infidelity in Cosa Nostra"

Scott's gaze darkened. "How long are you planning to keep her in that room?"

I downed the whiskey in my hand. "I don't know..."

┈┈┈┈․° ☣︎ °․┈┈┈┈

Five hours, I left her in that room for five hours. She needed to eat something, she hadn't had breakfast this morning. A dark, soundproof room can make a man go crazy in forty-five minutes. I could imagine what it could do to a girl like her.

I called Bianca to get her out of the room. Scott and I followed Bianca from a distance, I know she'd be afraid of me. Bianca was pissed off, I could tell it from her body language but she didn't have the balls to say it to my face.

She unlocked the door and the darkness is what greeted her. Bianca looked back at Scott and gave him a look of disgust and he shrugged.

"Evangeline?" she called, when she heard nothing in return, she walked in. "Evangeline?"

Scoot walked in with a flashlight and I walked behind him. The light fell on her. She has cowered away in the corner, her knees to her chin, her hair falling over her face. She was rocking herself back and forth and mumbling something under her breath.

"Evangeline?" I called her and she stopped moving.

A whimper left her before she pressed herself into the wall behind her even more, getting away from me.

"No..." she shook her head like she had fucking gone insane.

"Jesus Christ" Scott muttered under his breath, running a hand down his tie. "Spanking would have been a better option," he whispered to me.

"Please, no, please no, no, no. I won't do it, please, I'm sorry" she cried trying to hide her face from everyone in the room.

Bianca crouched down beside her. "Evangeline, it's me. Look at me, it's Bianca."

She stopped moving into the wall and through the mop of hair falling over her face, she peeked at Bianca. A sob escaped her as she wrapped her arms around Bianca.

"I want to go home. I want to go home, please" she cried into her chest.

I balled my fists by my sides and clenched my jaw. I gritted my teeth at her words. This is her fucking home now, why the fuck doesn't she understand? Five hours! Five fucking hours in a dark room and she still kept on saying she wants to go back to her room. I need to drill it into her head that she was here to stay. This is her fucking home now.

"Evangeline, come on, come with me" Bianca made her stand up and they both walked out of the room. She didn't notice me standing near her. She had heard my voice, however.

As the lights fell on Evangeline's eyes, she hissed and hid her face more into Bianca. Bianca walked her into the house and to her bedroom.

"Scott?"

"Yeah" Scott answered, his gaze still stuck on Evangeline's back as they disappeared into the house.

"Warehouse, now."

Walking through the old warehouse, my mind still wasn't able to get her the fuck out of my mind. That girl is fucking poison, she will kill me one day.

"Mateo is still healing, Alessandro stopped torturing him, he said that you want Mateo to get his strength back," Scott told me.

I nodded. "I don't want him dead... yet"

I opened the first door and my eyes fell on the man tied in the cell and luckily, it was the bastard who stole from me. I took off my coat and rolled up my sleeves. I needed to take out my anger somewhere.

Couldn't hurt her, couldn't even lock her up in a room for a whole day as I had initially planned. It only took five hours before I told Scott to let her out. She didn't have breakfast this morning, she would have gotten sick.

I opened up the tool kit, laying out multiple torture devices on the table. Scott stood behind me leaning on the wall. I usually don't torture my captives, I let people do it for me but today... today I fucking needed to do it myself because a measly little girl was driving me insane.

The guy squirmed letting out an alarmed cry through the thick fabric of the gag, as I inserted another needle into his neck. After I had inserted ten needles around his neck, he couldn't even move his face.

Panic could clearly be seen in his eyes, tears streamed down the sides of his face as he kept his head in a stiff position not moving, not even by a little bit because he knew that all the needles will jam into him if he did.

"Who put you up to it, Val?"

He gently shook his head as if trying hard not to move with needles puncturing his neck.

I punched him square in the jaw and relished the way my ring cut into his flesh. A pain-filled muffled scream left him, the needles punched into the side of his neck. His bruised eyes closed and a tear slipped down his cheek mixed with his filthy blood. He almost looked dead, so, I made it fucking easier for him.

I picked a blade from the table beside me. I shoved it into his hand and dragged it upwards towards his arm cutting open his flesh along the way. Blood sprayed on my face but I didn't care. It made me feel alive, it made me feel sane.

He didn't even scream loud enough for me and that pissed me the fuck off. I stuck the blade down his throat, ripping open his neck. He pathetically choked on his blood and finally died the fuck off.

I breathed heavily, watching the blood still pouring out of his body.

"Satisfied?" Scott asked from behind me.

"Yes..." I breathed out.

══════════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════════