Mafia Prince's Love

Chapter - 33 Payback Time (Phoenix) ⚠️

⚠️ This chapter contains very heavy violence!

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(In Phoenix Mansion)

Days passed, and the cycle of torture continued, with Black, Yi, Lian, Nuer, Syn, Kim, Porchay, Phayu, Rain, Sky, and Prapai taking turns inflicting pain on Gram, Eugene, and Evana, ensuring they remained alive.

Each of them was clear on one thing: Gram, Eugene, and Evana must meet their end at King's hands.

Kuea and Diao, fueled by their own rage, also sought to join in the torture, but their mates, Lian and Yi, forbade it. As protective Alphas, they refused to let their pregnant Omegas, Kuea and Diao, indulge in such brutality, ensuring their loved ones' safety and well-being came first.

Though Kuea and Diao seethed with frustration, they understood their mates' concerns, and so they waited, their anger simmering, as they looked forward to the day King would deliver the final blow.

(In Basement)

Black stood in the dimly lit basement of the Phoenix mansion, the atmosphere thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air.

Gram, Eugene, and Evana were suspended from the ceiling, their bodies bruised and battered, bound by thick chains that cut into their skin.

They hung there, utterly helpless, unable to move or even shield themselves from the horrors that awaited them.

Black, with a menacing calmness, approached them, his footsteps echoing ominously. In his hand, he held a long, leather whip, its tip stained from previous strikes. His eyes were cold, devoid of any mercy as he stared at the three captives.

"Did you think you could get away with everything you've done?" Black's voice was low, filled with controlled rage. He stepped closer to Gram, who was barely conscious, his head hanging low.

With a swift motion, Black snapped the whip across Gram's back. The sound of the whip cracking against flesh reverberated through the room, followed by Gram's agonized scream.

"Please... stop..." Gram's voice was weak, barely more than a whisper, his body convulsing in pain. But Black's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of relenting.

"Stop?" Black repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. "You think a simple plea will erase all the pain you've caused?"

With another vicious swing, the whip slashed across Gram's back, tearing through his skin. Blood oozed from the fresh wounds, mingling with the sweat and tears that streaked down his body.

Gram's screams grew louder, more desperate, but they only seemed to fuel Black's fury.

Eugene, suspended next to Gram, trembled in fear. Her eyes were wide with terror as she watched Gram's torment, knowing her turn was imminent. "Please Black, no more..."

"You made your choices, and now you'll pay the price for everything." Black's voice was sharp, his gaze piercing through her.

Without warning, Black turned his attention to Eugene. The whip cracked through the air once more, this time landing on Eugene's exposed side.

The force of the blow caused her to scream, her body thrashing against the chains that held her. The pain was unbearable, like her flesh was being ripped apart with each lash.

"Every scream, every drop of blood," Black growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction, "is a reminder of what you've done. This is your punishment and there's no escaping it."