Forbidden

Chapter 8

*Warning: There will be mature themes. *Warning

The car ride home was looking good until I saw two cars tailing me. I sped up, speeding past cars and through the red light.

I saw a truck was turning, so I sped up and rushed past the truck. I looked back and the two cars were stuck behind the truck.

 I took a right and continued down the dark and isolated road. I pulled up at an empty gas station and filled up and filled up on snacks.

Walking through the door, I walked down the long hallway to Austin's office. He was in there talking to my father.

"Are you okay?" My father said,

"I'm fine, by the way, Enzo in the trunk tied up."

"I'll get one of the guys to get him," Austin said.

Dad stood up and looked at me, staring into my eyes.

"I'm glad you are home and safe, you had both of us worried."

He walked out.

I walked over and engulfed him in a hug. Wrapping my arms and engulfing his cologne, making me feel at home again.

"I missed you."

" I missed you too. I was a wreck. I took my anger and guilt out on people. That was innocent. I couldn't protect you.

I failed as you as a lover and as your protector. I could never look myself in the eyes thinking about what could have happened to you. I love you". Aus said.

"It wasn't your fault. It was unexpected. We didn't just expect him to show up. We weren't even thinking about him. You didn't fail, I'm here, standing right in front of you. "

"I love you too."

Later that evening, I put on black leggings and an old, raggedy shirt. Walking down into the basement, you could hear my steps echoing.

I walked into the torture room, standing there were my father and Aus.

Enzo was tied up and blindfolded in the chair. He had been punched a few times, which resulted in blood running down his face and dripping on the floor.

Walking over to the table filled with tools, I picked up a hammer. Standing in front of him, I smashed his pinky.

"Who"

Smashed

"Are"

Smashed

"Working"

Smashed

He still hadn't said anything, so I had to go to plan b. I took the pliers off the table and stalked back over to him and grabbed his face. I Pulled his tooth from his mouth. I then pulled another. I got the knife and put it against his skin. I then traced it down his chest.

Screams!

Screams!

"Stop! The Russians, I'm working with the Russians. "

I laughed at him in shame at how much of a b*tch he was. 

I turned around and looked at my father and Austin, their faces were looking back at me in shock.