The White Lily

Chapter 9 **WARNING**

**WARNING NSFW BLOOD GORE**

I woke up before dawn, the sun hadn't even risen yet. I snuck out to the shed, softly closing the door behind me with a small click. I needed to see Ronaldo...I needed to know more about the League's plans for me.

At first, I didn't recognize him. He was so beated, bruised, and burned, that he was just a shell of his former self. I smiled when I approached. Roman did a beautiful job. I would have to compliment him later on it, as with Noah.

I walked up to him, pulling up a chair after setting my knives down on the table. Torture devices sat laid out on the table. Maybe I could have a little fun of my own.

He groaned when I approached, blinking heavily at me. "Water," he croaked, not recognizing me. "Please."

I grinned. "Beg for me again, little svoloch."

He groaned. "Please, please spare me. I am sorry, mi amor. I didn't mean what I said. I didn't know your attack dog was so vicious."

The fuck was he talking about? Roman? "Phantom? I've got him wrapped around my little finger, shithead. In fact, I've got the whole team and more. Touch me, and one of them will kill you. If you don't tell me what I need to know, then one of them will kill you. Perhaps...Phantom? Bishop?"

He started crying. I always knew he was weak. He could never handle the pain he dished out onto himself. "Please, no, mi amor. I will do anything. Say anything."

I picked up one of the pliers from the table. I inspected it before tapping his hand with it. "I wonder...you will probably lie to me. I should make sure you don't lie."

"No, please," he begged, tears streaming down his face, streaking the dried blood and dirt.

I took one of his beaten hands in mine, a stark contrast of my clean and beautiful from his bloodied and dirtied. I took one of his fingernails in the pliers and tugged gently. "I should deform you more, so you don't hurt innocent women anymore with your hands."

He began to cry harder, which only made me smile wider. The thrill of his cries. I yanked his fingernail off.

He screamed so loud. A sympathy to my ears. I pulled another off.

He screamed and flailed. Begging for mercy. Mercy he will only receive in death.

I heard the door click behind me and I didn't bother turning around. I knew who it was.

Roman came up behind me, pushing my hand down away from Ronaldo's. "Printsessa," he said quietly. "It is too early for this. I thought I told you to stay out of this."

I dropped the pliers onto the table and stood up, away from all the blood. "Do you think he's lost enough blood? I want to kill him now."

Roman put a hand on my shoulder. "Winter."

I glared at him. "What?"

Roman let go of me, pulling his small gun out. He pointed it at Ronaldo, not breaking his eye contact with me. "If you tell me to, I will kill him. Is that what you want?"

There was nothing more hot that he could've said. I was disgusted with myself. I couldn't believe how attractive Roman was at that moment. I heavily weighed my options. I wanted him to shoot Ronaldo. But if he did, I would jump Roman's dick. Nothing turned me on more than unnecessary violence.

I gulped but walked up and put my hand on his chest. I couldn't believe I was saying this to him. "If you kill him, I will kiss you."

Roman's gaze softened as he put an arm around my waist, the gun point never leaving our prisoner. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling, as if contemplating life. "Just a kiss? Nothing more, kis madár?"