𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄]

✎chapter sixteen × sweeter than lies *

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ᴠɪᴄᴏʟᴏ ᴍᴀʀɪᴛᴢᴀ

ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴍ
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[TW: DubCon, Smut. Blood, Violence.]

The sound of a wrench hitting a collar bone isn't something I ever thought I'd hear.

I can barely make out what's happening from behind the seat of the car in stowed away in. But, I can sure as hell hear it.

Solid punches, thunderous slamming of metal and pained groans echo in the garage like a symphony of pain. But, it doesn't take long for Angelo and Claude to get the situation under control.

In minutes, Claude comes over to help me out of the car.

"Mind your feet." He warns, pointing out the small puddles of blood on the floor. At this point, I'm shaking. I was more comfotable hidden away. But, it helps to see that they have the three attackers tied securely to the concrete pillars. Their hands and feet are bound as well.

The three men are plain, almost barely distinguishable from any pedestrian. But, I guess that's a good thing. You don't want to have unique features as a criminal. Each is dressed in all black, though that is darkened even further by the blood seeping out onto it.

They glare at us in turn, but remain silent.

"Français, je suppose?" Angelo says quietly to Claude, cleaning of a red stained wrench with a rag.

"Il n'est que raisonnable de le supposer." Claude replies. "Mais devrions-nous laisser la dame en dehors de cela?"

Angelo looks me up and down and shakes his head. "Laisse-la entendre. Elle a besoin de s'habituer à ces choses."

Claude nods and saunters over to the apprehended men, leaning down to face them. "Nous allons vous interroger maintenant. En anglais, pour la dame."

The man does not respond and Claude returns to his place at Angelo's side.

"Delafonse. What does he want?" Angelo asks.

"His money." One of the men replies in a thick French accent. On any other day, I'd giggle at that. But, laughing at a persons accent is hard to do when they just endured blunt force trauma to the head.

Angelo gets down to their level, his eyes peircing.

"I never borrowed anything from Delafonse. If you're talking about Florence's little engagement gift, that's irrelevant. She's a big girl, her cash is her cash. I know your boss. Maybe more so than you do. He's not going to take the money and go. So what does he want?"

The men stay silent.

Angelo rolls his eyes.

"Fuck, I don't feel like interrogating anyone today. Have Slaimen come in to get them talking, I have more important places to be." He says to Claude, who nods and quickly complies.