The Mafia And His Angel: Part 3 (Tainted Hearts 3) - Page 49

My Angel suffered because of him. And now it was his turn.

Holding the cutter to his tongue, I cocked my head to the side. I waited, counting the seconds in my head.

When he saw me not taking action, Artur eyed me suspiciously.

I waited and waited.

And then he stopped thrashing, falling silent.

His muscles started to relax; his guard fell down.

I cut.

One single cut and I was holding his tongue in my hand. It was no longer attached to his body. Standing up, I watched him writhe on the ground, his agony too much to bear.

Artur screamed. He wailed. He cried. He sobbed.

And I smiled.

“You chose to talk too much. And I choose to end your talking. I think it’s a fair decision, isn’t it?” I asked casually, holding his tongue for everyone to see.

Enzo stared at me in horror, his face turning white. Alberto looked like he was about to pass out. I chuckled at the weakness they showed.

Phoenix brought me a plastic bag, and I dropped the tongue in it. Making a knot, I closed the bag and threw it at Artur. “There you go. Your tongue. Who knows? You might need it.”

He grabbed the bag and brought it to his chest. Blood pooled from his mouth. Such a pathetic sight.

I turned to face Enzo, and he shook his head. He tried to scramble away, but Phoenix held him down.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I hissed, stopping in front of him.

I kicked his stomach, feeling his rib breaking under the force. He howled in pain.

But it was only the beginning.

Nodding at Viktor, he came to Enzo and pulled down his pants. Enzo screamed, trying to break free.

“No…no…please…no,” he begged, but his words fell on deaf ears. They meant nothing to me.

I grabbed his dick in my hand and chuckled when he screamed again. I pressed the cutter to his flesh, moving the blade up and down. I didn’t cut him. I was only letting him feel the blade.

“Please…” he begged again.

“Every time you beg, it reminds me of Ayla. How she begged you. It just makes me angrier. So really, I think it’ll be better if you don’t beg,” I hissed, pressing the cutter a little harder.

Enzo nodded his head. “I…won’t…beg…don’t do this…” He hiccupped back a sob, his whole body shaking violently.

“I didn’t tell you to speak, though. Now I’m more pissed.”

I didn’t give him a chance to react or beg me again.

My cutter sliced through his dick, severing it from his body.

I stood up and watched him scream in pain. His whole body spasmed in agony, his screams continuing to fill the room.

After watching him thrash around, I threw his limp dick at him. Artur was no longer screaming, but he was still sobbing and moaning in pain.

“Make sure they don’t bleed to death,” I instructed in a deadly voice. It sounded harsh even to my own ears.

Turning toward Alberto, I stared at his pale face. He looked too white, like a ghost. His head hung limply against the back of the chair, like he had no strength to hold it up.

“That was only a warning. To you. Just to give you a little glimpse of your future. I would say be prepared, but no matter how much you prepare yourself, it won’t be enough.”

With those as my final words, I walked out of the basement.

I would be back. Soon.

But right now, it was time to see my Angel.

My heart felt light at the thought of her. The pain inside of me, the fury…it all soothed to a calming wave.

Climbing up the stairs, I made my way to my office. After showering and changing into another clean shirt and slacks, I went to the piano room.

My steps faltered, my heart hammering in my chest when I saw the lights were off.

My chest grew tight as I walked to our bedroom. I opened the door, my eyes falling into the darkness. There was only a lamp on, casting a soft glow into the room.

My eyes scanned the room, looking for her.

There she was. On the bed. Sleeping.

Relief coursed through me as I closed the door behind me. Walking closer to the bed, I stared down at my sleeping Angel. She looked so beautiful.

Her eyebrows were pinched together, and I knew her sleep wasn’t peaceful. I gently rubbed my finger over the stressed lines, smoothing it out.

I climbed into the bed and pulled her against me. Holding her close, I molded my body around her. My hands rubbed soothing circles around the baby bump.

Ayla moaned in her sleep and turned around in my arms. She must have been really tired if she didn’t wait for me in the piano room.

“Alessio,” she said sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

My lips pressed against her forehead in a soft kiss. “I’m right here. Go back to sleep.”

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