Dominic

Chapter 29 (Just revised)

Dominic

"Dominic Valentine!  Basta!" she yelled.  God if I hadn't been in such pain I would have bent her over the table and taken her right there.  She had fiery Italian blood in her for sure.  I watched her hand the bullet and bottle of whiskey to Beni; she turned to say something and down she went.  

Beni caught her with one hand before she hit the floor; she looked like a rag doll hanging from his huge hand.  

"Bring her to my room" I instructed him as he picked her up bridal style. 

 "Damn" he said.  "She weighs next to nothin, but she sure put you in your place earlier" he smirked.   I put my left hand on my gun. 

 "This hand still works just fine" I threatened.  

"Okay, Boss" he responded, still smirking.  I watched him place my passed out girlfriend on my bed. 

 "Boss, we got stuff that needs taken care of...tonight" he reminded me.  

"Let me grab a clean shirt and I'll be right down" I said.

I grabbed two shirts, one dress and one of my tee shirts; I sat on the bed next to Camille and moved some hair from her face.

  "You beautiful, feisty girl" I whispered to her, lifting her to a sitting position.  I managed to get her out of her dress and my shirt over her head, laid her back down and covered her with a blanket; kissing her forehead I grabbed my shirt and headed out.  Dante was right outside waiting for orders.  

"Keep her safe. I'll be back when I get back" I said, my voice devoid of emotion.  The sons of bitches that shot up my car putting her in danger would pay dearly but first I would have my fun making them wish we'd just killed them quickly.

As soon as I descended the stairs to the basement I heard screams of agony.  Carlo had one guy in one room and Fino had one in the other room; it was frightening how much Fino loved his job.  His guy was hanging naked from the rafters, his feet barely touching the floor.  Fino's favorite instrument of torture was a soldering iron; he said it went in like butter.  He was sweating but smiling.  "He's a stubborn one, Boss.  I'll make him talk" he promised.

Carlo's man was tied naked to a busted out chair; he was having his balls busted, literally. 

 "Boss" he said acknowledging my presence.  It was a good thing I could shoot left handed. 

 "Who sent you and why?" I asked the injured man.  He snarled causing Carlo to bust his face.

  "You show some respect, bastardo!" he spit on the man.  I cracked my neck side to side. 

 "I will ask once again.  Who.sent.you.and.why?" I enunciated every word clearly.  Still nothing.  I pulled my gun and shot him in the knee; he screamed, whimpering in pain.  I crouched next to him, my hand on his knee, my thumb pressing on the bullet hole.  He writhed in pain, almost passing out.  I slapped him. 

 "Uh uh" I tisked.  "Stay awake.  I need a name" I said, ice in my words.  The man was panting now. 

 "Viktor" he whispered.  "Alexi's right hand man."  I showed no emotion as I stood, aimed and pulled the trigger.  I walked back to the room with Fino, entered, stepped to the bound man and pulled the trigger.  I turned to Fino.  

"It was Viktor" I said.  His eyebrow raised.  

"Alexi's second?" 

 I nodded. 

 "Do you think" he started.  I shook my head no.  

"I don't think Alexi is aware; why would he be?  But it's time to enlighten him" I said.  Fino nodded.

Alexi was not happy and like any good boss he wanted more proof. 

 "My resources are at your disposal" I told him.

  "Thank you, my friend" he said.  "I heard you took a bullet" he pointed to my shoulder.

  "It was nothing" I tried blowing it off. 

 "Maybe my friend, but if my woman were in the car..." he left off, his voice angered.

  "She held her own" I said proudly.  He nodded.  "Watch your back, Alexi" I warned.  We strategized, each coming up with a plan to catch Viktor in the act of betrayal.  Alexi told me that he had become more bold in making decisions before consulting him, that he talked a lot more lately about money and position. 

 It could be that the age old plague of greed had bitten our friend Viktor and he was willing to fuck over years of friendship and loyalty, most importantly life for a bit of green and a title.  Things will not go well for him once we prove this is him.

Beni brought me back home, it was late and I was tired but I couldn't get my mind to shut down.  I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and the bottle of whiskey when I noticed Dante standing near the patio doors. 

 "Where's Camille?" I asked him.  He pointed to outside. 

 "She's sittin on the edge of the pool, Boss" he answered.  I stepped to the window to see her in a robe with her feet resting on the first step and in the water; the moonlight reflecting off the water and her hair; she was indeed beautiful. 

 "Give me about ten minutes and bring her to my study" I instructed my man.

  "Yes, Boss" he nodded.  I walked into my study, poured myself a large drink, pulled my gun from my pants and placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch; I yanked up on my shirt pulling it out of my pants, plopped down and sighed.  If I could just close my eyes for a second...