Chapter Two

♞—Lorenzo

"I'm in a good mood today," I told him, "I'm gonna let you choose. Waterboarding or I could drill a hole in your head"

His eyes widened as he tried to shake his head frantically. He bit on the gag in his mouth, his veins popped out everywhere and a layer of sweat covered his body.

I had been torturing him for three months now, I had a rule. I always torture them for ninety-two days. And today was his ninety-second day.

It was over for him.

I picked up the drill. "I think we should go with the drill"

He made animalistic sounds through the gag. I think he was trying to say something, trying to get his last words.

I wasn't so ruthless. I was going to grant him his last words.

I stopped before him and pulled the gag out of his mouth.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF—" I calmly put the gag back.

"That was a waste of breath," I said as I walked around him and stopped behind his back.

I dipped my head and got closer to his ear. "I'm going to enjoy your pain very much. You see, pain is the only language I understand, and when people scream in agony, it's like the most beautiful harmony in the world for me, so, I want you to scream all you like, I want you to show me how much it hurts. It's going to be so much fun for me but unfortunately not for you. Goodbye, Rico"

I straightened back to my full height. His head was in place and his hair was shaved off completely. I chose the spot it would hurt the most; I turned the drill on. The whirring sound resounded in the cell. It was soundproof, he could scream all he likes, as much as he wants.

I placed it in the middle and watched as the drill worked to dig a hole into his skull. The blood was instant, it sprayed around, over my face, my clothes, all around me. The smell, the color, the screams of agony—it was magnificent.

I breathed it in.

I lost myself in it.

Drilling hole after hole, I didn't know when the screaming stopped, I don't know when his attempts to break free halted, I was too far gone into madness to see what had become of the man I had been torturing for the last three months.

But then he stopped bleeding...

He almost ran dry of blood, it was all spilled.

I finally looked around me, the cell was filled with the color red.

I dropped the drill to the ground and stepped out of the cell, aware of the blood-filled shoe prints that followed me.

I wiped my face and stepped up the staircase, leading to the garden shed of Don Niko's Mansion.

Getting out, I looked up at the sky; it was still morning when I went inside and now the sky looked almost black. I wiped my face and continued to get to the main gates.

"Lorenzo!" a soft voice called me and I stilled.

I looked at her from over my shoulder. Mrs. Evangeline Costello—seven months pregnant with Don Niko's child. We don't say no to anything she wants, it was an unspoken rule.

"Come on, join us for dinner" she gave me one of her warm smiles.

She invited me in. I can never understand her. I was covered in blood from head to toe, she knows what I am, and what I am capable of, she is completely unfazed by the scars on my face but she doesn't get scared of me. She doesn't call me a monster. Everyone knows I'm a monster but she doesn't think so. So, I don't understand her, I never have but I know that if anyone would even think of hurting her, I'd skin them alive without a second thought.

I shook my head. "I'm not dressed for dinner"

She placed a hand on her waist and lifted a shoulder. "It's just a little blood"

I swallowed, not wanting to say no to her but I also don't want to ruin her dinner. All this blood and my face could ruin her appetite. She was vulnerable, she was pregnant, and she didn't need the likes of me around her. "I think I should go home and take a shower first"

She blew out a breath like children do. "Fine!" she turned on her heels and went back inside where she is safe. Good.

I walked out of the mansion and went straight to my car. I brought the engine to life and drove all the way to Brooklyn.

I parked the car before a salon and watched the woman working on another woman's hair. This salon was in the lowest neighborhood of Brooklyn, it wasn't a very safe or secured area. Lecherous and perverted men hung around every corner because the salons were just a cover for the brothels.

I watched as she finished up on her hair and showed her what it looked like by holding a mirror behind her head.

The woman who worked in that salon was Lola, she was a prostitute; she ran from her village in Mexico when she was twenty-one and she came here. She said she liked doing what she did, she said no one forced her into this. This was her choice. It was the only reason I come to her.

The woman stepped out of the salon and Lola was left alone inside. I got out of the car and went to her. The bell above the door made a sound as I walked in which caught Lola's attention.

"Lorenzo..." she whispered, her eyes wide, taking in the blood on my clothes.

I walked past her, grabbing her arm along the way. I walked into the backdoor that led to the private rooms.

"Which one's free?" I asked.

She entered the second door to the left and I followed behind. I took off my jacket and the bloodied white shirt along with my trousers.

"Am I allowed to ask whose blood that is?" she asked.

"No."

She giggled. "How do you want it, my big bad man?"

"On your knees."

She smiled and got down on her knees. She was good to me. Did everything I asked without asking questions. Didn't pry into my life. Didn't like to make small talk. This was nice.

She got on her knees and did what she did best. She pleasured me with her mouth. I could be as ruthless in sex as I am in real life and she didn't mind. She let me take control of her body.

Maybe, it was only because I was paying her but this works for me. She doesn't touch me anywhere else. She feels warm and soft in my hands, something I'm not used to.

"Get up," I ordered and she did. "turn around and raise your skirt"

She did as she was told, she bent over the table, spreading her legs, offering her cunt to me.

I pushed my cock hard into her; she screamed, grabbing whatever she could to keep her balance.

I fucked her ruthlessly.

I fucked her savagely.

I fucked her till I was fucking satisfied.

Then I pulled out and spilled all over her ass.

I pulled up my pants and tossed her two thousand dollars. I know how much she needed the money. I put on the jacket and grabbed the bloodied shirt before I went to the door.

"Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite customer?" she grinned.

"No, you have not"

She laughed and grabbed the money before hugging it. "I could kiss you right now!"

"I do not kiss."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, I was just sayin'—"

"Never say that again."

"Okay..."

I pulled the door open and went out, going back to my car.

I drove to my home, I never thought I'd have a place I could call home. For a kid who had spent his life on the streets, this still felt made-up.

I turned a few lights on and went to take a shower. I watched the rest of the blood washing away from my body.

I dried my body off, changed into my boxer shorts, and sat on my bed, pulling out a box of cigars—they were a gift from Don Niko. I lit one up and lodged it between my lips.

My phone vibrated over the nightstand, I grabbed it and saw Scott's name flash across the scene.

"Scott?"

"Where are you?"

I took a long drag. "Home."

"Get your ass to the warehouse!"

I blew out the smoke. "Why?"

"Are you forgetting that we have got a Royal fucking wedding to crash in the morning?!"

"Shit!"

I forgot about that.