His Mafia Queen

22. Strength

-----1 Month Later-----

~~Lina's P.O.V~~

My bloody clothes cling to my body as I wipe away the blood dripping from my hands. "Tu es prêt à parler?" (you ready to talk?) I ask in french coming face to face with the bloody prisoner."Your French is good for a filthy Italian," he spats, letting his fresh blood splatter out of his mouth."So you want to keep playing?" I ask with a sly smirk spreading across my face "God I love prisoners like you" I gush grabbing the torch off the stone table turning it up high as I walk closer to him until the flame is near his face "now we play for real." I whisper, watching him struggle against his restraints."All you have to do is tell me who you're working for, who sent you here for Nicoli?" I snarl, feeling the darkness consuming me."I won't tell you shit!" he barks, turning his face away."Mm, have it your way." I shrug, placing the fire against his ball sack, filling the air with the smell of burnt flesh and agonizing screams."Stop! Stop!" he begs, pulling against the shackles, I pull the fire away, watching his crotch ooze flesh. 

"We don't.. We don't know his name, He just gives us orders," he says between gasps "what the fuck is he planning?" I growl raising the flame in front of his face "HE, HE PLANS TO KILL EVERYONE NICOLI LOVES!" he begins to yell in a panic "WHY?!" I shout in his face "I don't know?! We don't-" he's cut off by his own screams as I begin melting the rest of his flesh off his crotch before swiftly slicing his gut open letting his insides fall over his burnt flesh before placing the torch back down after turning it off  "You're always so messy my queen." Frank jokes making me crack a smile "Sorry Franky but you know these assholes are stubborn," he nods with a knowing shrug "got to do what you got to do." I sigh walking out of the holding cells and up to the main entrance where I do my best not to drip blood all over the freshly mopped floor. When I'mLetting in Nicoli and I's room I shut the door quickly stripping out of my bloody outfit making my way into a hot shower. 

Letting the water cascade down my body, relaxing all of my tight muscles. I take a deep breath doing my best not to cry; It's been one month since the miscarriage and it's still a hard thought in my mind. I laid in bed for weeks not feeling up to doing much besides sleeping but Nicoli kept a close eye on me, he even worked from our room for a while so he could be there whenever I needed him but unfortunately I wanted nothing to do with him for the most part. I had a hard time eating, sleeping, and just getting back to who I was but then we received word on the French making moves so we began concocting our plan to infiltrate and blow them to ashes... Set me off like an explosion, but that doesn't mean my heart doesn't still yearn for my baby. I jump at the sudden feeling behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You have blood all over you, baby." He breathes against my ear, pulling my body against his."Mmm, I was taking care of some business."I murmur, leaning back against his warm chest,"get anything good?" he questions, placing a soft kiss against my temple, erasing the negativity from my brain. 

"Same shit as always; he just knew what the guy's basic goal is but no real information." he nods, sliding his fingers down the center of my chest "lets make your day better." he growls, nipping at my ear, sparking my body with a bolt of electricity."How do you plan on doing that?" his fingers glide down to my wet pussy sliding his fingers between my folds "First we're going to take this shower then I'm going to take you to bed and rail your pretty pussy until you're a whimpering mess and finally I'm going to cum so deep inside you and you're going to let it drip out of your hot pussy for me." I moan In response feeling his fingers dip inside me "you are such a good fucking girl with the sexiest little cunt," my stomach flips with excitement hearing his filthy mouth "please." I whimper leaning back against him  "Fuck neonata." he groans sliding his fingers out of me bringing them to his plush lips. "Dont pout neoneta, im not done with you yet." His gruff voice has my body shaking in anticipation. After we finish our shower he carries my dripping body to the bedroom tossing me onto the bed earning a squeal from me as I bounce against the bed with a giggle.