Attracted to His Cold

Chapter 22

Trigger Warning!

This chapter contains torture.

Cassie's POV

At about 7am, I woke up. I was able to sneak out of bed and go to my old room without waking anyone up.

Everyone was asleep; Cole, Olivia and Carlo.

And Santiago? He is current death staring me because I woke him up like 2 minutes ago.

"What do you want, hermanita?" he asks me groggily.

"Wanna go torture our little friend downstairs?" I ask, an evil smile on my face.

"Without anyone else? Just us? Alone? With him?" he asks, an equally as sinister smile now on his lips.

The expression that appears on my face says all he needs to know. He goes into his room and changes into black joggers and shirt while I go into the adjoined bathroom to get two towels so we can clean our faces later on.

I'm already dressed in black leggings and a black short-sleeved shirt, so when Tiago has finished changing, we quietly make our way downstairs.

We manage to get to the basement without any issues.

Once we get to Adrik's cell, I almost laugh too loudly at who is guarding it.

"Smotrya kto eto. Lev Ivanov." [Looky who it is. Lev Ivanov.] I laugh.

"Nu razve eto ne veselo?" [Well, isn't this hilarious?] I grin.

Lev turns to look at me and his face drops.

He clearly wasn't expecting me.

"Moya koroleva? Kakaya-" [My queen? What-]

I raise my hand, silencing him.

"Ne nazyvay menya tak. YA nikogda ne byla korolevoy Volkov i nikogda ne budu." [Do not call me that. I have never been the Wolves' queen, and I never will be.] I grit at him.

"A teper' uydi s dorogi. Yesli tol'ko ty ne khochesh', chtoby ya ubil i tebya." [Now, move out of the way. Unless you want me to kill you too.]

"No-" [But-]

"Vy budete dvigat'sya. Yesli tol'ko ty ne khochesh', chtoby ya napomnil tebe, chto ya mogu sdelat' s odnim iz nikh." [You will move. Unless you want me to remind you what I can do with one of these.] I say, taking out a knife from behind me.

Lev gulps as he looks at my weapon.

I have a thing for knives.

"Net, mem." [No, ma'am.] he says, practically sprinting down the corridor.

I chuckle at the grown man as the echo of his footsteps fade out.

"Shall we?" I ask Tiago, cracking my knuckles.

"Ladies first." he replies, opening the cell door.

I grin sadistically and step inside to find a sleeping mutt.

He's chained to a metal chair which has been bolted to the ground.

Smart.

I roll my eyes in annoyance at his current comfort and walk over to a table that sits in the room.

I lay out my collection of knives on the table -that I'm assuming is for all the torture items they use in this room- and grab my dullest knife.

I walk over to the unconscious man and stab the knife right through his thigh. Adrik wakes up with a pained scream, and I grin, twisting the knife in his legs and I watch him as his squirms in his seat.