Mine

22. What the fuck was that?!

~Regina's P.O.V~

Punch.

I winced as I continued to watch Ace punching the life out of Smirnov like he was some punching bag. I gotta say his way was helping us get the information we need on the Russians but he didn't do it with just his punches. So far, Smirnov has lost both his pinkies, one of his thumbs, an ear, both of his middle fingers, and also broke a leg and an arm. He wanted to cut off his tongue too but that's where I stopped him telling him we need his tongue for him to speak with it, then he can do whatever he wants with that tongue. Ouch, I know.

"Why is Moscov after us?" I asked that question for the millionth time but all he did was just give us his annoying smirk.

"We are working together, Smirnov so Moscov has no chance of defeating us," I said as I came closer to him looking him in the eyes, trying to find something, anything that could help us.

"You r-really think k-kidnapping me is gonna make me t-talk?" he croaked showing his thick rough accent, "You are such fools," he chuckled as he breathed heavily groaning from pain.

"Then don't talk, but just to let you know that I won't stop removing something from your body till you start talking," Ace butted in clearly getting frustrated by the second. This wasn't working and he knows it.

I walked over to the table and grabbed his folder with all his information. There must be something here that we could use against him. My eyes read over the pages carefully before my eyes caught the names of his family. He's got a wife and three kids. One boy, two girls. Hmm. I looked over to Ace as he continued his torture on Smirnov.

"Tell me something, Smirnov," I said as I walked over to him slowly. "Does your wife know what you work for a living?" he tensed at my words which got me smirking.

"Don't you dare come near them or I swear to god I-" he started to threaten.

"Or you'll what Smirnov? Huh? From what I see here, you're the one tied to a chair in the basement and I am the one torturing you," Ace interrupted smirking.

"Now let's see who do you value more, Smirnov, your boss and his mafia or the mother of your children," I said as I called his wife.

"No!" he yelled. It rang for about 5 seconds before a worried small voice answered the phone.

"Daddy?" I almost stopped for a second. Fuck, why is the child the one who is answering the phone? I regained my composure after a second before putting the phone on speaker as I turned around walking over to Smirnov.

"Actually this is daddy's friend and I wondered if I could talk to your mom?" I said my eyes on Smirnov the whole time as I saw fear evident in his eyes. "Yeah, sure! I'll get her now," I heard him in the distance calling for his mom.

"H-Hello?" her voice was so hesitant.

"Hola Mila," I got her name from the folder.

"You know my husband?" she said in a low voice.

"Oh yeah, I do! In fact, I think we became best friends," I said as I flashed a fake smile towards her husband.

"I swear to you my husband has nothing to do with anything he just takes orders from his stupid boss and does them please don't hurt him he's got kids," she rambled her voice sounded like she was on the verge of breaking down. So she does know about her husband and what he does for a living.

"Listen here Mila, I honestly don't give two fucks about you or your children and definitely not your asshole of a husband. He's here in front of me, tied up in a very uncomfortable chair, covered in his own blood, missing fingers, an ear, and got a broken leg and an arm. And for someone his age, I don't think he's gonna last that long, so I suggest you talk some sense into him about giving us the information we need and then I'll think about sparing his life," I explained her husband's situation to her.