His Mafia Queen

29. Action

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

"Yes?" He snaps keeping his gaze on me as I take him between my lips, his fingers rake my hair moving it out of my face letting me Bob freely against his cock "No. I want to speak to him" I take him into the back of my throat lightly gagging against his hard length soaking my panties at the thought of Ivan accidentally hearing one or us "We will be down soon, don't call again." He growls slamming the phone down "fuck neonata your throat feels so fucking good." His praise fills my stomach with a swirl of ecstasy, his fingers entangle themselves in my hair holding me still so he can fuck my mouth. I gag with tears pricking in my eyes with each rough pump "perfect" he grunts "you are so fucking perfect." He growls slamming himself down my throat releasing his warm load. His fingers release me pulling his cock out my mouth with a slight pop noise feeling the air. "As much as I wanted to enjoy that more we are needed." I pout running my tongue along my lips tasting his cum.

"Don't give me that look, you know you'll get yours" he smirks zipping up his zipper before helping me to my feet "now lets go see what my sweet Fiancé has brought home for me." We walk down to the cells passing the living room where Ms. Gretchen shoots me a stern look "Lina what have I told you about trailing blood down the halls?" I squeal hiding behind Nicoli "it wasn't my fault, Tony didn't want to hold him up." Nicoli chuckles pushing me in front of him "I'm mopping again, do not trail blood on the fresh floor or no desert." I pout with a nod "yes Ms. Gretchen." We walk down to the steps leading to the cells "she's scarier than either one of us." I murmur to Nicoli who nods with a small chuckle "She sure is." When we get down to the cells the French man is chained to the stone wall with Ivan and Tony standing by the door as he yells out profanities "you!" He yells my way "you stupid bitch! When the Don takes you he's going to make you his bitch!" I grab Nicoli's tense hand giving him a small 'let me.' Look to which he gives me a small nod of approval.

"So let's start with something small, what's your name?" The man spits at my feet with a disgusted look "you are nothing, I will never answer to you." I smile wide feeling my darkness consume me "no problem." I murmur sliding out my dagger "I love to play games." I walk closer to the man stopping at a small distance infront of him, I trail the tip of my dagger down his chest tearing his shirt open "I want to know why you've been at the club these past few nights." He glares at me tugging at his restraints "fine." I shrug slashing at his skin letting the blood drip down his torso "each time you resist or lie I'll cut you. You become disrespectful and I'll have rats eat your insides." Nicoli's warmth fills my back side "who is trying to get to my queen and why?" The man shakes his head staying silent, I stab the tip of the dagger into his open cut earning a deep groan "putain d'enfer !  Je ne le dirai jamais!" (Fucking hell! I'll never tell!) Nicoli looks at me and I shake my head letting him know there was no answer.

" answer him!" I snarl slashing his stomach "I'll never tell you disgusting Italians anything." Nicoli growls slamming the man's head back against the stone "who is the Don?!" He snaps "Noone knows his name, we do not see him." I turn to Ivan with a small nod who's smirking at me "yes ma'am" he says walking up to the man "what the hell is a Russian doing answering to the Italian queen?" The man growls "This queen is ideal for anyone's thrown and I'll bow to her and only her; she's trying to hold back from killing you so I will take her place for a while." I back up to the desk with torture devices laid out on it and take a seat with my hand on the scalpel "Tony" I call and within a millisecond he's at my side "Ma'am?" I hold up the scalpel with a smile "do me a favor and torch this for me please?" The man's eyes go wide as I make the command and the flash of horror has my panties dripping "yes Ma'am" he says carefully taking it from me "Nicoli" I breathe catching his attention "I want to hear him scream with agony, this baby stuff isn't really my style."

He smirks with a nod "as you wish." With that a loud snap fills the room followed by the man's agonizing scream "you fucking bi-" he's cut off by another snap of coming from his broken fingers "fuck!" He shouts sending the adrenaline rushing through me "So what's the plan then? The French send men left and right until someone captures me?" The man grunts pulling his gaze to mine "I.. Dont.. fucking..know" he says through heavy breaths "I don't understand why you are of value! You are nothing." He spits but before I can stand Nicoli's fist connects to the man's face knocking him out sending the butterflies in my stomach swarming "God damn it Nicoli, we need the mother fucker awake." Ivan sighs "Back up amore mio, I'm going to wake him up." Nicoli moves back as I take the scalpel from Tony, the tip as red as fire with heat radiating from it. I send it flying into his shoulder jolting him awake with a loud shreik "it's hot! It's fucking burning! Make it stop!" I roll my eyes finally coming back to my feet, I walk up to him twisting the scalpel in his shoulder with a smile.