The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

Beatiful Eyes

Dinah

I felt angry, I felt betrayed. I felt like killing the little bitch who decided it was alright to kiss my wife, let alone be in the bathroom with her, while she was in the bath! I had hired Camila out of pity and she seemed innocent, she obeyed my orders, and when she decides to go around kissing my wife, well, it doesn't go unpunished.

I left Lauren locked in our bedroom at home, for safety precautions, since I don't know who else she might try to kiss. She seemed mad. I don't know why. She was the one who broke the rules, again. Camila only deserved to be punished and Lauren would too once I got home.

I told the maids to bring her some food but not to let her get out under any circumstances since she'd probably try and follow me after she was done crying her eyes out. I really don't understand why she's so sad. She should be happy with me.

My wrists were burning from where she had latched onto me, her nails digging into my skin so hard they drew blood as she begged for me not to hurt Camila. Why was she so stupid? Of course I was going to hurt her, who wouldn't. I didn't waste any time trying to calm her down because honestly, I didn't care if she was angry. I had to do this.

"Miss Hansen, Agent B8 is saying Cabello's body isn't accepting the sodium Pentothal," one of my men spoke, looking back at me from the front seat.

I had told them to inject Camila with Sodium Pentothal, a mixture that was commonly known as truth serum. I had a few questions, and I didn't want her lying to me but apparently her body wasn't accepting it. How that was possible? I didn't know, and I didn't like that.

"Up the dosage, if she's still resisting then stop. I'll handle it when we get there," I answered, tapping my fingers against my chair impatiently. This was going to be fun day. I always enjoyed a good torturing.

"Agent B8 reports she's spitting at him and screaming in Spanish at him."

"Dear god, these feisty latinas," I mumbled beneath my breath, rubbing my temples.

"Take a finger. Don't dispose of it, we'll have it sewn back on later," I spoke plainly, knowing this was average business. Normally, I wouldn't taken the whole hand but I was trying to be nicer for Lauren.

"Yes ma'am," my agent nodded and repeated the orders through his ear piece, becoming silent once he was done. We drove for two hours till the large metal buildings came into view and I started to bounce my foot in excitement, a happy smile on my face. I was glad to see my father's car parked outside of the first building, the Hansen name spelt out in gold letters on the side.

As we parked, I was already opening the door and getting out, walking through the doors quickly. I smiled at the guard who nodded as I pushed two double doors open, the glorious sound of torture filling my ears. Practically skipping down the hallway, I made my way to the last room, glancing through the window where Camila was seated in a chair before going in.

"Hello Camila, how are you? Want some water since you're so thirsty for my wife?" I smiled as she glared at me, her brown eyes pained and angry.

"Fuck. You," she spat out, blood running down her forehead from where she had fell to the ground.

"Oh, that's no way to speak to me Camila. You do know who I am after all. You were so lucky to have me hire you, to let you into this glorious life and how do you repay me? You manipulate my wife into cheating on me." I looked back when the door open, my father walking in. "Father! How good it is to see you!" I smiled, standing up and hugging him tightly.