Page 85 of Violent Attraction

Looks like this fucker can’t take pain very well.

Standing up to my full height, I look at the piece of trash man laying at my feet. He looks pathetic, and I could kill him right here but I have this feeling in my gut that tells me that I should put him through some torture just a little bit longer.

I tend to trust my gut.

Shaking my head, I crunch down and pick the bastard up and slinging him over my shoulder. He’s such a heavy bastard.

On the way down the stairs, the dead bodies that are scattered all over the first floor grab my attention for a few seconds.

They will be disposed of properly and then it would look like not a single soul was in here.

I will take care of the bodies and the house, but first I need to get back to San Pedro to set Emilio up for a long weekend getaway with me.

It’s time that this fucker pays for every last thing he has done.

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Bodies disposed of? Check.

House catching fire by aerial fireworks? Double check.

Emilio tied to the chair with a few broken ribs and being deprived of food? That would be a triple check.

Five days.

That’s how long it’s been since Emilio and men took Serena. Five days since I tied him to the metal chair that he’s currently occupying.

I brought him back to San Pedro and he went straight to the basement, or dungeon as I like to affectionately call it, and he hasn’t left since.

Not even to take a piss or shit.

There’s no reason to give him liberties like eating and going to the bathroom.

I should kill him, I really should, but I have a feeling that if I kill him now that will just cause more bad than good. So I guess he could stay like this a little while longer.

Grabbing the knife from my waistband, I approach the chair.

Emilio has been completely out of it, so he doesn’t lift up his head when he hears me approaching.

Crouching down, I get below eye level and grab him by the hair to make him look up. His eyes are bloodshot and look like they haven’t been able to close in days.

Maybe there’s some truth to that. Maybe Emilio hasn’t slept or closed his eyes much, in fear that I will do something to him.

In my expert opinion he was right to fear me.

I drag the sharp blade close to his bullet wound. Which by the way no longer has a bullet stuck in there. Being the nice person that I am, I performed some surgery and pulled it right out. Didn’t want the guy to get an infection or anything.

That would be such a horrible way to die.

“Tell me, pendejo. Why did you do it?” I apply just a small amount of pressure to the wound, causing him to wince.

“Because Leo is a fucking pussy and deserved to get thrown off his high horse,” he spits, trying his hardest to move his thigh away from me.

“Not what I was fucking talking about.,” I apply more pressure this time, causing more blood to seep through. “Why did you kill my father?!”

I drag the blade down his leg. His screams fill the room and I get joy in knowing that I’m the one doing this to him.

Once I’m satisfied with my handy work, I pull away, finding Emilio staring at me with wide eyes. There’s fear in them but there’s also surprise.