Twisted Truth

Chapter Forty

ROCCO

"You won't get away with this!" Ameila screams, struggling to get her tied arms free. It's futile, her arms are bound so tight that the circulation will be cut soon enough.

The disgust I feel looking at my ex-fiancé has my stomach churning. The fact that I was so blinded by the facade she created has me feeling like an idiot. To think that the women could have had my last name right now, it doesn't even bare thinking about. I used to think she was the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on but now all I see is a poisonous snake who played a massive part in the abuse that my spitfire had to endure. She thinks because her daddy is a senator that, that is going to save her. Not a fucking chance, when I am finished with her and her family, they are going to wish they had never crossed any of us.

"You think your last name will save you now?" I ask bringing my face so close that our noses are touching. "Nothing is going to fucking save you." I snarl, kicking the leg of her chair so she falls onto her back. The force of the fall has her grunting.

I am usually a man of honor and hitting women isn't usually my style but the urge to beat the shit out of her is tempting. To have her fear the fear that Addie felt. Helpless and alone.

"Now you are going to tell me everything you know, or this experience isn't going to be very pleasant." I pick up a knife from the tray before pulling the chair Ameila is sitting into a seated position again. Running the blunt edge of the knife up her thigh.

"Please Rocco! I don't know anything!" Her eyes wide with fear and i can almost hear her heart beating erratically.

"Liar!" I plunge the knife into her thigh, the shriek she unleashes does nothing to stop me.

"How could you do this? I don't know anything." Ameila cries, her face going ghostly white as the blood seeps from the wound. I will make this bitch hurt the way she made Addie hurt.

"You took the only women I have ever truly loved and gave her to a man who raped and beat her until she was nearly dead. She endured days of horrific torture, this is nothing in comparison to what I really want to do to you Ameila. Not even fucking close." The rage that is consuming me has me not even recognizing my own voice.

I rip the knife from her thigh before plunging it in again, her cries urge me on. "Now tell me what you fucking know!" I demand.

By the end of the interrogation Amelia is covered in knife wounds but the Intel she gave me is more than what I could've imagined. With her barely conscious and my temper rising I allow Marco and Chase to take her away.

"Do you want us to take her to a hospital boss?" Marco asks as he unties her from the chair.

"No, dump her infront of Wilsons office. Sends a clear message doesn't it. Use an unaffiliated car, I don't need the cops at our doors anytime soon.

With a curt nod they take her away to be disposed of. I haven't killed her, but she is forever tainted. Killing her is a mercy I will not grant her; she needs to be the one to tell her father who the fuck they have messed with.

You fuck with me; I fuck with you. It's how this world works. I will take down this whole fucking enterprise before putting a bullet in between John Websters eyes.

Tossing the knife onto the tray I wash my bloodied hands, scrubbing the skin before they are no longer marked. Even after I've washed them, my hands are still dirty. The choices I've made have always resulted in my hands being bloodied. I believed that this was all I was good at, the violence and the darkness. I craved it, until Addie.

She makes me want to be a better man. Addie is a light that shines so bright within that darkness. All I can think about is Addie, she is what makes me feel alive. Before it was partying, working and violence but nothing compares to how Adaline makes me feel. She is my entire life and I'll make damn sure nothing bad happens to her ever again. I would rather fucking die than anything happening to her again.