Entangled With the Mafia

His Revenge

×SAINT×

Blake was asleep, locked away in her room.
I was sitting in my study, a glass of bourbon in one hand while I toyed with a knife in the other.
"Why is it so important to find this guy?" Danny asked, sitting on the other end of the table beside Enzo.
My hand tightened around the glass, "Danny, this is something personal. It has nothing to do with you." I turned to one of my men, "Any luck?" I had him on the internet, tracing the previous owner of the bar.
He nodded, pushing his glasses up on his nose, "Yeah. I got an address right-"
I was up and out of my chair I'm seconds, "Where?" I leaned over him, my eyes on the screen.
Blake was right, it was close to the bar.
"What's the son's name?" It was no use getting the father's name, the sick fuck was already dead.
"Marvin-"
"I'll see you later." I was already on my way out.
"Wait," Danny ran up beside me, "Who is this guy?"
I ignored him as I carried on walking.
"Shouldn't we be involved?" Enzo asked.
I shook my head, "No. This has nothing to do with either of you."
Danny stepped in front of me, "Can I watch Blake while you're out?"
"Enzo is in charge while I'm out." I knew Enzo wasn't as screwed as Danny.
I stepped around my brother and walked out, twirling the knife between my fingers.
The sun had just began to set when I got into my car. Blake would be asleep for a few hours after the pills I sneaked into her coffee.
From the moment she told me what had been done to her, I had a plan formulating in my head.
Find him, and make him suffer.
I pressed my foot down on the gas pedal. I wanted to get there as fast as possible.
I had steam I needed to let off. Fast.
As I drove, all I could think of was making the fucker scream in agony.
And I would enjoy every second of it.
When I arrived at the run down house, I tucked my knife away.
The house had an overgrown lawn with a broken wooden fence, the house looked like it had once been a peach color.
I wondered if it was vibrant when they brought Blake here. Was the grass well-kept when she was here?
Did it look like a normal family home? Hiding all the evil behind those doors.
I jogged up the stairs and banged on the old wooden door.
I could hear shuffling inside the house before the door swung open.
A man with tanned skin opened the door, his hazel eyes held confusion.
I was guessing not many people came to visit him.
"Marvin?"
He took a step back, his biggest mistake because I took the chance to push my way inside.
"Nice house you've got here," I slammed the door shut behind me, "You got a basement?"
He looked around uncomfortably.
The interior was as bad as the exterior. The paint was peeling and the wooden floors were broken.
"I don't-"
"You know Blake Sheridan?"
"Never heard of her."
"If you've never heard of her, how'd you know I was talking about a woman?"
His eyes widened slightly and I decided to have some fun with it.
"Don't worry," I fished my phone from my pocket, "It's my turn now." I showed him the picture of her I took when I kidnapped her.
He visibly began to relax, thinking we were the same.
"I heard you and your father kept her hostage for a while," I smirked, "Now, was she any fun?"
"You've got her?"
I nodded, "Yeah. You want to get revenge for what she did to your old man?"
He nodded, "Maybe."
"I'll let you have her when I'm done," I took a step forward, "Does she scream?"
He hesitated before nodding, "Yeah. She screams and fights. But the begging sounds the sweetest."
His words made me snarl, "You know what? I enjoy begging myself." I slammed my fist into his jaw. His body spun as it slackened and dropped to the floor.
I took hold of his arm and dragged him through the house until I found the basement door. His body thumped as I dragged him down the steps.
Finding rope to tie him to the chair with was easy enough.
While I sat on the bottom step waiting for him to wake up, I contemplated waiting until Blake was awake.
I wanted to give her the chance to get her own revenge.
But I doubted she was ready for that. She killed his father only because her life depended on it.
She didn't have it in her to torture someone.
And that's what Marvin needed. He needed to be tortured until the pain became too much to handle.
I pulled out my knife, flicking the blade out from the handle. It was a gray handle with intricate golden vines etched into it.
The knife was my favorite. It was an heirloom I had used in my very first kill.
Growing impatient, I walked over to Marvin and hit him across the face, "Wake up, I don't have all night."
He frowned as his eyes opened, confused and disoriented.
But as soon as he saw my face, his eyes turned wide in fear.
I crouched down infront of him, "Hey, Marv, remember me?"
"What are you doing?"
I grinned, "I'm Saint De Luca. That alone should tell you what I'm doing."
He pulled on his restraints, "Did that crazy bitch send you after me?!"
"No. She doesn't even know that I'm here." I got to my feet, "I was going to let her do this, but I think I'll have more fun." I slammed the knife into his thigh, sticking it in down to the hilt.
Marvin screamed out in agony.
Pulling the knife out slowly, I repeated the movement in the other leg.
"I did warn you, I enjoy screaming." I lifted the knife, eyeing his body as he screamed and withered in pain.
"Where next?" I sliced a cut across his face. His screams becoming louder.
"I can't wait for the begging to start." I slammed the knife into his arm, pulling it down to make a deep gash. Next, I lodged the tip of the knife under one of his fingernails, prying it off before repeating it on each finger.
"You know what I'm going to do?" I stalked around the chair, "I'm going to cut off your dick and make you fucking eat it! You sick piece of shit!" I punched the back of his head angrily, "And then I'm going to cut your head off and give it to her."
I pulled his head back, "Now stay still." I jabbed the knife into his right eye.
"Stop! Please, stop!" He screamed, tears and snot coating his face.
"You're not fucking begging loud enough!" I lurched forward and sliced his lower lip off.
Blood spurted over me, but I didn't care. I relished the way he screamed in pain.
"Think of her, Marv. Think of what you did to her. What you put her through. And know that none of this will ever be enough."
I slammed the knife into his stomach, making sure it was just missing any organs.
"I'm going to watch you bleed out." I lifted the knife and repeatedly brought it down between his legs.
He screamed and his body convulsed, but I was blind and deaf with rage.
I stabbed furiously until I realized his body was limp.
I stopped, taking a step back with a heaving chest. The floor and my body were coated with blood.
How long was I stabbing at him?
Staring at his dead body, I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted to make him suffer for longer, but I allowed my anger to get the best of me.
Which made me sloppy.
I sighed in disappointment and stepped forward, getting ready to sever the head from his body.