Gentle For Her (Editing*)

Chapter Ten

Leonardo

My dinner date with Savannah went absolutely great and I hope she doesn't reject my offer because it would surely ruin a lot of things. I did lie about some stuff, but it was a white lie. I hope it does not come back to bite me in the ass.

I couldn't sleep and decided to blow off some steam, I decided to visit our dearest friend from the club. I got to the basement and there he was tied to the metal table shirtless. I internally smirked, this should be fun. He was sleeping so I took a bucket of water and poured it over him and he woke up with a startle. Tony already gave me his information. His name is Ivan Markov, he's 30 years old, Russian, he has a wife and two daughters, and both parents are deceased.

"Sorry did I wake you?" I said in a gentle voice and that idiot muttered something in Russian.

"English please," I said rolling my eyes.

"Fuck you" he said in a thick Russian accent.

I took a knife from the wall and I was playing with the tip while looking at him.

"So we're either doing this the easy way or the hard way. Easy way is you simply tell me what I want to hear and maybe just maybe I'll let you go. And the hard way is, I force it out of you. Choice is yours." I said with a shrug.

"Suck my dick" he said looking me directly in the eye. This will probably take a while.

"Hard way it is." I used the knife in my hand and stabbed him in the thigh. He screamed and that was quite satisfying. I pulled the knife out and wiped off on his pants.

"So why were you shooting at my club." I asked lowly. And he just looked at me and spit in my face.

I smirked then wiped his spit off. I stabbed his other thigh and he screamed out again. I took the knife out and began drawing with it on his stomach. I've always been fond of art and his well-toned stomach seemed like the perfect canvas. I drew a rose on his stomach with the knife and he looked like he was about to pass out.

"Ready to talk or you're still gonna give me problems." I asked him.

"F-fuck y-you" he stuttered out.

"Well this isn't working so how about I bring your wife and daughters here. And have my men gang-rape the three of them to of them while you watch. I mean you're not budging with me but I know that will make you crumble." I said with a dark voice.

"P-please not my f-family. I w-will t-tell you e-everything." he stuttered out.

"That's all I wanted to hear" I said with a smile.

"W-we were g-given o-orders b-by o-our boss to k-kidnap someone w-who was in y-your c-club that night." he stuttered out he was almost losing consciousness.

"Who" I asked, I had a feeling that I was not going to like the answer.

"S-Savannah" he said slightly closing his eyes.

Not my Savannah right, I mean there are probably millions of Savannahs out there. "Savannah who" I asked grabbing his cheeks.

"W-white" he stuttered out, his eyes starting to become droopy.

I felt the blood drained from my face, that explains why that one fucker almost shot her. But why were they after her. This guy was obviously not of much help now so I took out my gun and shot him in the head. I rushed out the basement to my room. I took a cold shower to try to think why would the Russians want Savannah. If the Russians are targeting her, this means her life is in danger. I need to keep her safe at all costs. I finished showering and went out. I put on some sweatpants and plopped on the bed. I laid down facing up with my arm under my head. I had so many questions in my head and I knew only one person could answer them.