The first time it happened, Capri thought it was just bad luck.
The second time someone attempted to kidnap her, she thought it was just a coincidence.
But when it happened again, she knows for sure someone is actively trying to get to her. Not kn...
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Lorenzo
I swing my knuckles straight into the Russian's smug face with all that I've got. Then another. And another. Considering his hands and feet are tied up to the chair, all the action is a bit one sided. My hands were bloodied with both our blood. More his than mine though. Normally I wouldn't bother with this much physical contact, I have other people to do it, but I've been itching to punch something that's got more bones than a bag of sand.
I needed the pain to distract me from a certain blonde. And I needed to revel in the pleasure of watching this scumbag suffer to replace a certain confusing moment that happened a few nights ago.
I knew getting involved with her was dangerous. I was treading on water but being so close to her did something to me. She's like a siren song that beckons me to act against all my better judgment.
The Russians spit out a tooth and snigger at me. Trying to egg me to hit him again. His face was already so cut up and drenched in blood that even his mother would find it difficult to ID him. For a brief moment, I even wondered if I'd gone too far and had caused some brain damage. That would have explained why he's giving me so much attitude and goading me to hit him some more.
He screamed at me, something in Russian but I ignored him. We caught him trying to sneak inside the compound yesterday. Since then, he's been spewing Russian non-stop. Unfortunately, our regular translator is currently nowhere to be found. So I've decided to loosen him up while we try to get a replacement.
I raise my arm and prepare myself to swing it for round two.
"Lorenzo, I think that's enough for today. We don't want to kill him yet." Luca suddenly speaks up. He's been a bit bothered by how much damage I've inflicted on the guy as well as myself. Little did he know that I'm using excessive force for personal reasons. I just needed an outlet to express my frustration.
I flexed my fingers and felt my hands throbbing. Perhaps I'm done for the day as well.
"Any luck on getting a new translator?" I ask him
"Sorry man. It's hard to find someone we can trust who also knows Russian. But I'll put out a few more feelers."
I grab a rag and do my best to clean up the blood off my hands. I need to check on Capri, see if she's got something on the guy and I'm pretty sure she would appreciate it if I'm not in her room with blood dripping off of me.
I've been keeping myself scarce from her since our night on the beach. But this issue takes precedence. If someone is planning an attack, I need to know before it's too late.
We've been at peace with most major Russian mafia groups for quite some time which is why I was surprised when he showed up. I need to know who he's working for and why they are on our territory.
Before I know it, I find myself in front of Capri's door. I straightened myself to prep for whatever that was waiting for me on the other side of the door. I open the door and see Capri working like usual. After clearing my throat to gain her attention, she shoots me an annoyed look for a brief second.
