Dante had hauled Blondie back to their apartment. Amazingly without anyone seeing them drag a body through broad daylight. They tied him up in Dante's bathroom, to a chair in the shower. It was a room with no windows so he couldn't make out where he was.
Stella threw cold water on his face, and he perked right up gasping for air. "Wakey, wakey." Stella taunted.
He shook his head, getting the water out of his eyes, "You brought me to a random bathroom?" Blondie questioned.
Stella shrugged. "It was either this or my father's cellar, but odds are you'd be more likely to die there, and I need answers." Stella explained squatting to his eye level in a infantilizing way.
She turned to her 'tools' on the sink and begun cleaning some pliers. Dante lingered by the closed door, just incase. "So, Blondie, you gonna tell me who you working for?"
Blondie was stone faced at her, very different from his Joker demeanor earlier. He spit at her, and she jumped back missing the attack by inches.
"Fine, be a loyal bootlicker." She said sauntering over to her tools and picking up a role of duct tape.
"Tape his mouth shut. Make sure you go around the head." Stella said, handing it to Dante.
Dante hesitated looking at her and then at the tape. Her eyes turned narrow at him. It'd be odd if he didn't comply. But this felt wrong to Dante. Not the interrogation itself, but submitting the man to more pain than necessary by not being able to answer for himself.
Dante took the tape and stood behind Blondie. "If you just tell us who your boss is, we won't have to do this." Dante explained in a fatherly voice.
Blondie just stared over his shoulder, "Sleeping with the boss is one way to make it to the top." He jested.
After that comment he wrapped his mouth twice with duct tape. Dante threw it in the sink and sulked back to the door.
Stella bent forward and dragged her pliers up his forearm, something so inherently sexual and dangerous about it got Dante's blood roaring.
"Now that you can't disrespect me, Blondie, I'll take my time pulling out your nails. Especially after that disrespectful comment to my guard." She soothed in a baby voice that was contradictory to her words. She grabbed his index finger nail and pulled. Taking it right out. Blondie grunted and screamed as much as he could given his mouth was taped shut.
"Still not gonna talk?" She asked circling behind him. He just stared her down. Stella then ran her hands along his shoulders and began massaging him. "Don't worry you don't have to talk, I'll just carve out this piece of skin on your neck here. Maybe fix the scar for you." Stella held out her hand for Dante to hand her the knife.
Blondie's eyes went wide and he began shaking his head and grunting vigorously.
"What was that?" Stella teased. She ran the back of the knife along his neck and he tensed up, grunting more. Then she slid the knife up the back of the tape and ripped it off his face.
"Ah! Fuck!" He screamed from the pain of duct tape ripping off skin and hair.
"Talk or the tattoo and scar come off and I mail it to Antonio." Stella commanded. She was deadly, and if the things Dante had seen her do before wasn't scary enough, this was.
"Fuck you, Antonio is a liar and a traitor. He's gone soft now that he's infatuated with you. Your uncle knows that." Blondie grunted.
Stella froze, her uncle was behind this? Why did Blondie have Antonio's symbol on him then?
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Stella's Own
Romance*MATURE* Being the heiress of a decades-old mafia was hard work. The only way that Stella liked to relax was to have her own set of men at her disposal. Now finishing her senior year at college her father assigns her a body guard, who's tall, tatted...
