✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧
When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely ov...
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TW - TORTURE SCENES AND GORE (NOT BETWEEN THE MEN AND BROOK)
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| Chapter 19 | Bruises
THE WHOLE NIGHT had been thrown off the moment we had received that call.
Our men from one of the shipment warehouses called us to relay the message that they caught the rat in our operation.
Some asshole didn't do a good background check on this guy because the second I got the information sent to me I was able to pinpoint all of his many flaws, one being that he worked for the Italian mob, our biggest enemy. He had been secretly rerouting our shipments to his employer instead of our buyers, causing us to lose many of our loyalties and customers, and now we have to go deal with the issues he's caused us.
I finally get to bloody my hands.
I haven't gotten my hands dirty in so long, too long, and I'm beginning to lose it. Hurting people keeps me sane and if I don't keep that violent part of me under control, who knows what'll happen.
With my baby girl back in our lives I can't risk losing control again, and tonight was a perfect showcase of what can happen when I don't find a release for my anger.
My thumb pushes the silver ring around my knuckles in a circular motion as my mind wanders to the events that took place tonight. I can still feel my hands clenched around her throat.
The violent side of me would find pure pleasure in the heavy breaths that came out of her rosy plump lips, but as she looked up at me with that look in her eyes once again something inside of me shifted.
Fear.
I never wanted her to look at me like that, but at the same time I enjoyed that look in her eyes. It gave me a sense of peace knowing I had that type of control over such a strong emotion inside of her.
"Those fucking Italians." Alexander's voice cuts through the silent SUV, completely cutting me out of my trance, though my mind still lingered on the cuffed girl in our house.
