Happy NEW YEAR my lovelies! I cannot thank you guys enough for enjoying this book. It means so much to me. I hope to as a writer become a better this year, and also eventually give you guys a beautiful ending to this book.
... but the end is somewhere far far away from now ;)
Matteo
"Stop!" Francois yelled louder as one of my men yanked him by the neck back, which rammed his body against the wooden chair. The other man heated a blade and placed the burning steel on his bare chest.
Francois let out a disgusting scream, calling to god as if he'd answer such a filthy man.
"I haven't done anything!" He shouted ones the burn slowly started to cool down. I gave one of the men a look, to which he nodded and cracked his knuckles against Francois's chin. Francois screamed in pain like a little girl, his head dropping down.
I took another drag of my cigarette and blew the smoke out, calmly watching it disappear into the air in front of me. I sat on my father's plush chair and rested my feet on the African blackwood table he loved so much. Which was exactly why I despised this table and swindled it from him, without him having any idea. If I couldn't torture Papa in this cell then, I'd at least torture something he loves.
"Just tell me what I did." Francois whispered cautiously. When he brought his eyes to meet mine, my anger fumed. I took my feet off the desk and stalked towards him. Grabbing onto the top of Francois's head I pulled on his frizzy hair, making him look up at me.
He stayed silent, but I could hear the fucker's rapid scared breaths.
"You touched what's mine." I said sinisterly, my voice echoed through the room, and was thankful the cells were in the middle of nowhere.
Confusion twirled in his eyes. "You're sister-in-law? She's not yours." Before I could control myself, I twisted his head the wrong way, making him shriek. The last thing I was going to do was be told by this pathetic piece of meat, what was mine.
She may not be mine, but I'm claiming her anyway.
Francois's body shook under my hold, and I released him, straightened my spine, and went back to sit in my chair, shifting back to my unbothered demeanor.
Pulling out another cigarette, I lit the end with my Zippo and placed it between my lips.
"Just kill me already." Francois choked out, his eyes sliding to the floor.
I let out a dark chuckle. "I'm not in the mood to reward you with such a luxury. You're going to beg for it, until all you can think of is dying, and even then I'll not give it to you."
He whimpered, crying out loud. "Let me go, I'll work for you, I'll be your spy on the French side. You'll be able to get a step ahead of the French!" He pleaded.
Bargaining.
A smart choice, and very tempting as well. The Venus are always behind and it would be very useful to have a man on the inside, but I don't need Francois for that.
Smiling, I pulled the cigarette away from my mouth. "You're going to be here all night Francois." I said before taking another inhale of the cigarette.
Suddenly the door opens, and bangs against the wall, before Francois lets out a pained scream.
As I look up at Francois, he head falls back against the chair now, a knife between his eyes. His body drops lifeless.
One of my men walks towards the door, and as my head turns to meet the traitor who gave Francois such an easy end, my blood heats up.
Bianca stands at the door, and arms crossed and shoulders taut. She wasn't in her dress now, and wore her usual black tank top and pants.
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