Neglected Limits

37| Attitude

Matteo

Francois was going to die a terribly painful death.

That's what I decided as we sat in the car, going back to the penthouse. I wasn't in the right headspace to drive right now, that's why I had told Loris— One of my men to. I

 turned my head to the side to see Bianca looking out the window. She watched the city pass by with her eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed. Unlike the worried or uneasy expression I had thought she'd display, she looked like she was going to go on a killing spree.

I wanted to comfort her or hold her hand, but I knew if I even inched a little closer she'd probably stab that same knife into my chest.

I had tried to be calm and speak softly to her when I'd seen her in the hall, but that had made her give the complete opposite reaction. Instead of reassuring her that she was safe, I had somehow managed to turn her on.

She was so fucking hot, I had to control myself trying to remind my dick that she had literally just been assaulted.

Bianca did insane things to my brain, things I couldn't process. Like how the fuck she had turned me on, while I thought of how Francois was going to die.

She'd been radiating so much heat back there, I knew exactly what she had been thinking of.

Looking away from her, I looked outside the opposite car window. What kind of disgusting man thought about a woman like this after she just went through something so shitty.

Instead I focused on the anger. On how much I was going to torture Francois. I'd asked Bianca if he had touched her, but I knew the minute I saw him on the floor. Only my girl wounds men who try to touch her.

Killing Francois will definitely cause problems later on, especially with how bad things already were with me giving him that scar. Papa was probably going to scream his head off when he found out, but that was the least of my concerns. 

My phone vibrated in my dress pants' pocket. I slipped my phone out and checked the caller ID. It was Frenzo, he probably found out about my order to take Francois to the torture cell.

I picked up knowing exactly what he'd say. "What?" I asked irritated.

"Tell me Francois is not in our torture cell?!" Frenzo asked his voice in distress.

Bianca's head turned to me, which told me she definitely heard him through the phone. I decreased the volume on the phone, before speaking, making no eye contact with her. "I did."

Frenzo blew out a loud breath. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What were you thinking, are you high?! You can't just—"

"I can, and I did, stay out of this and don't think about coming to the cell." I said

I was about to end the call when I heard Frenzo add. "Is it something to do with Bianca?" I stilled for a second, my eyes flicking to Bianca, who was back to looking out the window.

I decided it was best not to give him any reply and ended the call.

Sliding my phone back into my pocket, the air filled again with an awkward silence. I pulled on my tie that felt  like it was getting tighter as every  fucking minute passed.

"You're taking him to the cell?" Bianca asked breaking the silence. Her voice was leveled not a single hint of any fear.

I could tell from the corner of my eye she wasn't looking at me, instead she was facing in front. I watched her for a couple seconds, and took in her fisted hands.

"Him and I have some unfinished business to tend to." I said, I tried playing it off so she didn't think it was linked to her, but it was pretty obvious after the call.