CHAPTER TWO: THE BIG BAD BOSS

I staggered backwards at the sound of the door unlocking and then the two men entered.

One was weirdly huge and the other had an ugly scar on his left cheek.

“She’s awake.” The one with a scar sniggered.

“Let’s take her to the boss.” The huge one said as he prowled to me and suddenly ripped off the tape from my mouth.

Ouch.

“No! Wait! Stop!” I tried to wiggle out from his grip on my arm, wincing a little from the soreness around my mouth.

“Shut up bitch!” Scarface snapped and dragged me to himself. He smelled of strong perfume and cigar.

“I’d hit you but the boss said not to.”

He told me with a wolfish grin, exposing a gold tooth.

I was dragged to a dark lounge smelling of leather and cigarettes. Everything was mahogany and rich leather. There was a bar at the side and a snooker too.

There were three men relaxing in the lounge. I easily figured out who the boss—Vincenzo was. He sat on the biggest leather couch, his large hand holding a tumbler of whisky or something. I took a good look at his powerful features and fear gripped me. He was large, not weirdly, just impressively. He was really handsome too, you know, the kind of handsome that made one stare for too long. His hair was dark and a bit long, kissing the top of his collar. He had dark alluring eyes, his square jaws were covered in a neatly trimmed beard. He was wearing a black shirt opened to his muscular chest, I could see a gold necklace glistening in between the V of his opened shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing large arms covered in tattoos. He was wearing dark trousers too and I couldn’t help but look in between his powerful thighs and swallowed at the sight of a visible gathering in his groin area.

The other two men were in black clothes too and smoking fat cigar sticks, puffing a cloud of smoke into the air and watching me just as Vincenzo was.

“Where is your man?”

Vincenzo asked in a hard voice, startling me. His accent was lightly Italian.

“I-I don’t know, he’s been missing for days.” I stammered, trying not to look too deep into his cold eyes. I couldn’t tell if they were grey or bright blue from the distance I was standing.

“Don’t risk your pretty head for a fucking foolish cunt like Yoyo. Just tell me where he is and I’ll let you leave in one piece. Lie to me and I’ll send you to heaven where angels like you belong.” He threatened and I should be very scared but instead, I was trying hard not to think about the fact that he indirectly called me an angel.

“I don’t even know who Yoyo is.” I told him, truthfully.

Vincenzo dragged a look from my head to my feet before giving a short nod to one of the men standing beside me and then, the weirdly huge one showed me a familiar photo in his phone.

“Toby..” I gasped out loud. It was a photo of Toby on his motorcycle. Why did they have his photo!?

“Ah yes, Tobias Shaw but in the casino we know him as Yoyo.” One of the men with Vincenzo said.

“He stole a hundred thousand dollars from me.” Vincenzo spoke, drawing my attention back to him. His face was dark and unforgiving and I instantly regretted the day I met Toby. Why would anyone in their right mind steal from the feared Vincenzo and such a huge amount too!?

“I didn’t know about that. I swear.” Tears streamed down my eyes as I feared for my life. There was no way I was getting out of this without a scratch.

“Where is he?” Vincenzo asked, darkly.

“I don’t know.” I shook my head, shaking like a leaf.

“Very well then.” He shrugged and drank whatever remained in his glass.

“If your man does not return my money in twenty four hours, I will put a fucking bullet through your pretty head so you better pray to whatever god you know that he grows a pair of fucking balls and show his fucking face, do you understand me, bellissimo?”

I didn’t know what bellissimo meant but the way he pronounced it was so sexy and so Italian. But, I was too scared about getting a bullet in my head to think about that.

“I understand.” I nodded, vigorously as I felt a little relief that I still had twenty four hours to live.

“Take her back.” He ordered the men behind me.

Take me back? To that dark scary room!?

“No! Please!” I tried to beg him but Scarface suddenly shut me up with a stinging slap.

I held my face in horror, reeling back from the shock of the hard slap.

“Tommy!” Vincenzo barked and I jumped, whimpering and shivering.

“Yes boss.” Scar face replied behind me. He was Tommy.

“Come here.” Vincenzo crooked a finger at him and slowly, he walked to his boss.

“Show me the hand you slapped her with.” Vincenzo said and I paid close attention to what was about to happen.

Tommy, now shaking in fear, slowly took out his right hand to his boss.

“Place it on the table.” His boss ordered and Tommy did just that.

Just then, Vincenzo took out a small knife from the back of his black leather belt and sliced off the last two digits of Tommy’s hands. Blood splattered on the table. I immediately threw up at the horrible sight of the dismembering and Tommy yelled out in pain.

“Touch her again and you lose the rest of your fingers.” Vincenzo said coldly to him and he nodded in obedience, holding his shaky hands spilling out blood.

“Rico! Take her to Lydia.” Vincenzo ordered the weirdly huge guy and I was taken away with my clothes covered in vomit.

Was this the end for me?