Nothing Above You

Forty eight

Enzo Marcelo

"You are a monster." Mateo mumbles as he gets up, walking to the washroom to get fresh with an uneasiness. I laugh, watching him struggle like that. "If I were, I would've taken you in the bathroom too." I comment making him look at me with wide eyes, blush creeping on his face. "You..idiot." He mumbles softly before entering the bathroom.

I laugh, shifting in the bedsheets that I had changed last night after taking bath. "I can give you a massage, if that's what you want." I suggest with a playful tone. "Shut up." He shouts over the door, the shyness in his voice making me smile.

My heart races in my chest with rage as I walk in the collider of the abandoned building. My men following me at a distance. The rage to see the man who had dared to shoot Mateo, spreading venom in my veins.

"I see my men have taken good care of you." I look at him as I enter the empty room, blood covering the floor. My eyes scan him, bruised face with a swollen eye. Cuts cover his body as he breathes, every cell in his body aching in pain.

But this was not enough for him. He deserves more pain.

He dares to look at me, a creepy smile forming on his lips. "Enzo." He calls out my name and my body shivers in utter disgust. "Don't take my name." My voice is thick, determined as I take a step closer to his lying body. "Why? You are finally here. You are finally here to see me!" He laughs, his voice cracking as he pants.

I shake my head, clenching my jaw before I take a cigarette out of my pocket and bring it to my lips. "I had to." His smile widens. "For the sake of Mateo." I add and watch his smile drop, anger covering his face.

"Don't say it like that." He whispers making me smirk. I blow the smoke out before looking down at him as I stand inches away from his damaged body.

"It is exactly like that." I grunt, pressing my foot on his arm that lays on the ground. He screams in pain, agony taking over him. "If I didn't have to kill you with my own damn hands, I would've never come here." I spit, crushing his arm under my foot. Blood streams out of his cuts on the arm, sweat coating his skin.

"Not only did you dare to chase Mateo, you dared to shoot him." I hiss, the image of his bandaged hand popping in my head. I look at his hand and bend down. "How dare you?" I calmly say, knitting my eyebrows. I take the cigarette out my mouth and hold it in my fingers. I press the burning end to his hand, his screaming getting louder.

"Keep your mouth shut. It's only getting started." I mutter, rubbing the cigarette against his skin before throwing it and pulling my foot away from his arm. He pants, sighing in relief and I smile. "What made you think you can breathe like that?" I question, raising my foot and kicking his head. He grunts as his head falls in other direction, coughing blood afterwards. "Knife." I demand, holding out my hand for my man to pass me the knife. The cold metal presses against my skin and I wrap my fingers around it.

I sit down next to him before holding his hand and pressing it firmly against the surface. "Let's play a little game, shall we?"

Stabbing the knife between his little finger and ring finger, I look at him. "Keep your dirty fingers saved from me." I grin, a devilish smile plastered across my face. He shakes his head, looking at me with wide eyes.

"No." He whimpers. "Yes." I pull out the knife before stabbing it in between his ring finger and middle finger.
I feel the joy rush in my veins when I see the panic in his eyes. The way his fingers tremble makes me smile to myself. I am enjoying this. I am enjoying this more than I thought.

After all this wait, I have him right where I wanted him to be.

"Why? Why not me?" He cries when I pull out the knife before moving between his next fingers. I don't say a word and carry on stabbing the knife between his fingers with a faster pace.