(Warning ⚠️ : This chapter contains mentions of drugs and drug use. Also long chapter ahead )
Ruby's P.O.V
Taking our coats off Mila says "I think you should have a drink before we go down, I'll join you of course. Also it makes them more scared having to wait for what's to come".
Hanging my coat up "Sounds good" She slightly frowns and we walk to the mini bar "Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this today if it's too much. I know this is sudden".
I shake my head and Mila pours both of our drinks "It's not that. I'm just trying to emotionally detach. As you've said, I need to toughen up" She wraps her arm around my shoulder as we walk to the sofa and squeezes my shoulders "That's my niece!" I smile then we sit down.
"How much did he take?" She holds a finger up indicating me without words to give her a second. Putting down her drink she goes to get the clipboard, she comes back a minute later and hands it to me "Have a look" This is a little test.
Looking through I see how much coke originally came and how much is missing. Being horrible at maths I really try to think.
"So we've got five crates of coke that each contains two hundred grams so all together there's a thousand grams within those five crates all together.
But there's five grams missing from one crate so all together now you've got nine hundred and ninety-five grams of cocaine" I say with uncertainty. Mila jumps off the sofa and claps her hands "Fuck yes! You got it sweet!".
I'm absolutely beaming. Jumping out of my seat as well I hop with happiness "I fucking got it!" Mila laughs "Yeah you fucking did!" When we calm down Mila says with a smile "How about we down these drinks and go torture a fucker".
Doing as Mila suggests the warm liquid easily slides down my throat, still not being fully used to alcohol it goes straight to my head so I suddenly feel fuzzy. Arm in arm we skip down to the torture room.
Outside of the door Mila speaks "This is your time sweet. Everything that's going to happen is all on you, you make the shots and whatever you do I won't stop you. Boris understands English so you don't have to worry about me translating" Taking a breath I nod.
"I've got this" I whisper to myself, feeling pretty drunk "You do! Now let's get our arses down there and punish a fucker. Show time" Taking a second I slam the door open violently so Boris knows he's going to get a pleasant visit "Ooo that sent chills down my spine".
Mila whispers with excitement. Going ahead I slam my foot at each step but I walk down the stairs slowly, wanting to give Boris a scare. Hopping off the last step I whistle as I slowly walk to Boris who's tied to a chair with a dirty white rag tied around his mouth.
We're behind him, he can hear my steps but he expects Mila, not the soon to be Reine of the French mafia. I lean down so I'm by his ear, he can't see us "Hello Boris" I whisper into his ear. He shivers, I walk around casually until his eyes set upon me.
His brows slightly furrow, confused at my presence. His arms and legs are strongly tied to the metal chair, crouching in front of him "Do you know what you did wrong?" Boris slowly shakes his head. Liar.
I chuckle "I think you did Boris, but you're too much of a pussy to admit it" Standing up I untie the rag around his mouth and chuck it to the floor. Glancing at his finger I tilt my head to the side "You know. You have quite dainty fingers for a man. They look easy to break don't they?".
Looking up at Boris his chest heaves up and down but avoids showing fear "I asked you a question Boris, and I expect a reply so I'll ask again. Don't you think they look easy to break?" He gulps and nods "Yes, they do".
