Page 3 of Andrei's Solnyshko
“Then pay me.”
“It’s all wrapped up in investments.”
“Liars should have their tongues cut out. Do you even know how much you owe me?”
Carlos stutters.
“Twelve million dollars.”
My breath catches. Carlos is indebted to this man for twelve million dollars.
He lifts a finger to his guards and they immediately zip tie Carlos’s hands behind the chair and then zip tie his ankles to the legs of the chair. I begin to cry, knowing I’m next. I don’t want to die. I don’t want anyone to die. My body shakes with fear.
Chapter Two
Andrei
My angel cries and I want to take her into my arms, but I can’t show my hand. I’ve waited for this moment, and I am going to seize it.
Carlos, the pig of a human, still thinks he’s in charge, even while zip tied to the chair. His face is smug, but not for long. I nod to Foko and he smiles, happy to finally inflict pain.
Niko holds Carlos’s chair firm so Foko’s steroid muscles can cause even more damage when he connects. Carlos doesn’t even have a chance to close his eyes when Foko lands a punch to his nose, hitting his target perfectly and causing blood to explode, spraying in every direction.
I look at my angel and she bites her lip but doesn’t look away. Good. She deserves to see this. He’s finally getting what’s coming to him. Somehow I know it will never be enough to heal her. But it won’t stop me from trying. Unfortunately for my plan to work I have to keep him alive. For now.
He tries to cry out but all of the air is sucked out of him when Foko lands multiple punches to his ribs. They land so hard we hear them crack. Carlos’s eyes are wide and his mouth opens but nothing comes out. Foko’s hasn’t even worked up a sweat. The man is in his happy place.
He continues his wrath, but I’m quickly bored so I allow myself to take her in. All of her. Her golden locks, her curves he’s tried to wither away, her sculpted legs, those cat-like eyes. That dress screams fuck me, but there’s an innocence about her. I know what she needs and I am the man to give it to her. I’ll give her the world because I am the devil to her angel.
She feels my stare and raises her teary eyes to me. She’s so gorgeous, even with the fresh bruise on her cheek and the marks on her arms. Sure, I want to mark her. I want to mark her ass with my hand because she screams to be spanked. I want to tie her up because it makes her soaking wet. I want to pound my cock into her as she begs me to fuck her harder, faster. My dick grows hard just thinking of everything I want to do to her.
But I would never inflict pain onto her that wasn’t craved. The thought of that douchebag treating her like a punching bag infuriates me. My body instantly fills with rage and I’m no longer bored with Carlos’s punishment.
I tap Foko on the shoulder and he begrudgingly moves aside. Carlos thinks the beating is done, but it’s only begun. I usually don’t engage in this behavior, saving it for my men, but this is personal.
Carlos whispers, “You can’t kill me. I’m a Caldera. My cousin is Julio Caldera.”
I answer him with a punch to the face, causing blood to squirt onto my crisp white cuff, but I can’t help my smile as I watch a tooth fall to the ground. I land another and another enjoying the same reaction. When I’m done with him he’ll need a full mouth of dentures.
I enter another world as I lay into him and his retribution, relishing the blood coming out of this sack of shit. I don’t knowhow long I pummel him, but her sob pulls me back to the present.
I step back and look at her. Tears are streaming down her face and her body is trembling.
Before I can stop myself, I’m in front of her. She looks away and squeezes her eyes shut, anticipating my fist. I never want her to think I’m like him. He’s a fucking coward. I’ve watched him treat her like garbage. Each time the anger festering inside me. I’ve hated waiting, but I had to. I needed the leverage. Sure, I could’ve taken her, but this way she has a choice, or at least she thinks she does.
After watching him offer her up like a prostitute, I knew tonight was the night. The other guy is already on his way to one of our warehouses, where he’ll be dealt with.
I reach for her but my blood stained hand has me stopping in my tracks. I return to Carlos, lean against the desk, and wipe my hands with a handkerchief. One eye is swollen shut and the other one is well on its way. Blood pools out of his busted mouth and broken nose onto the plastic. His breath is raspy due to the broken ribs.
Time for phase two of my plan.
I nod to Niko, and he places the barrel of his gun against Carlos’s temple.
Summer cries out, “Oh my God!”
I keep my evil eyes on the man pissing himself, annoyed at his weakness. “There is no god here, my angel, only the devil. Now, what are we going to do about the money you owe me, Carlos?”
He’s a graveling pig. If I hated him before, I despise him now. I loathe cowards.