Carmen DeLuca grew up in an abusive with her father abusing her almost every day she always wanted to be free and live a peaceful life alone far from her family only for her to be deprived from it.
Ace Russo a tall sexy ruthless Italian mafia boss w...
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The cellar beneath the estate had been reinforced with steel doors and soundproof walls. It was originally built to store weapons, but it'd been converted for a different kind of containment—a more personal one.
Thirty-six men.
Every single bastard who had laid a hand on her. Who had stolen what wasn't theirs. Who had looked at my wife like she was prey.
I stood in the corridor, watching the red light flicker on the camera feed. Most of them were still alive—bruised, bleeding, dehydrated—but breathing. I hadn't let them die.
No. That would've been too kind.
I turned to the guard at my side. "Bring them out. All of them. Line them up behind the house."
The guard swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, sir."
I didn't need to repeat myself. Everyone in this house had seen what I'd been like since I got her back. Silent. Mechanical. Full of rage I hadn't even begun to release.
I walked up the stone steps and out into the cold morning air. The sky was cloudy, casting a gray pall over the estate grounds. A fitting canvas for what was about to be done.
I found Nicco by the stables. He was quiet, leaning against the gate, smoking like he was waiting for judgment.
I stopped in front of him. "Open Taka's cage."
He blinked once. "You serious?"
I looked him in the eye. "Did I stutter?"
Nicco flicked the cigarette to the ground, grinding it under his heel. "Taka hasn't tasted blood in years."
"Then it's long overdue."
He held my gaze for a moment, then nodded and walked toward the side enclosure—toward the massive iron-bound cage where Taka, the lion I'd rescued from an illegal pit ring years ago, waited in a low growl.
I heard the chains clinking as Nicco unlatched the gate.
I turned and walked to the back of the house, just as the line of prisoners was being marched out. Some limped. Some had to be dragged. But they were all alive enough to feel what was coming.
Perfect.
I stood in the middle of the lawn, letting the wind blow through my shirt as the guard shoved the last man to his knees. Thirty-six of them.
Their eyes were full of fear now. Not arrogance. Not cruelty. Just fear.
I liked that.
I took out my gun and loaded it, I pointed it at the first man's dick and shit him I moved on to the next then the next till I shot them all in the same area and they were all on the ground screaming while holding their crotch.
Nicco arrived, his face pale, jaw tight. "He's ready."
