Broken

Chapter 22 - rewritten

As soon as Andre and I enter my warehouse the men turn silent, heads are bowed in respect towards me. I turn my emotions off letting myself become stone for the trials to come.

''Right Andre'' I take a seat in my office chair watching as he takes a seat on the other side of my desk. ''The man who we're going to torture is, Antonio. We have a slight history, not an interesting one. He has tried to ruin me, he has physically hurt me, burnt down one of my warehouses and tried to hack my mainframe. So, we are going to ruin him then kill him.'' I look at Andre to gauge a reaction, he blinks at me mouth wide open. ''I am telling you this just so you have some of the reason as to why we are doing this. Now first I am going to torture him for information on his father's mafia. And you are going to help.'' He looks at me showing nothing completely void of emotion. ''Are you okay?'' I ask wearily, maybe I shouldn't throw him into this world.

''Let's go kill the bastard.'' Wait did I hear him right, his words shock me to their core. He stands up with an evil smirk on his face.

''Are you sure about that? Have you ever killed anyone before? I don't want you to do that. Killing someone really changes someone, it wouldn't be fair of me to do that to you. No one deserves that.'' I say genuine concern dripping off of every word spoken.

"Trust me when I say I will be fine." Andre says looking into my eyes, his swirl with so many untold secrets that I feel the need to uncover.

But those eyes seem to do the trick as my next words flow, "okay, fine."

*Andre POV*

I watch as Lucia leads me out of the office, the skirt she is wearing makes her smooth legs look so good. As we walk through numerous hallways her men bow their heads in respect, but as soon as her backs to them, their prying eyes are hooked on the oblivious girl's beauty. Licking their lips whilst looking her up and down. The need to kill every guy that even looks her way invades my thoughts, violent bloody deaths, ones that I'd enjoy executing. Antonio, I thought I hated him before but now I know after what he has done to my bebita makes me despise him more. To think that low life is family disgusts me. I claimed her years ago, I don't understand why he went after her. Probably only to spite me, but I hate to think he was that stupid. I own him as much as he thinks it is his father pulling the strings, I murdered his father and taking his place. I am in control. But the stupid niñito decided to disobey direct orders and take his own path destroying my hermosa Chica's property. I will kill anyone that helped him.

Lucia and I enter the cell holding Antonio, as soon as we enter, he smirks up at me. Lucia looks between us and frowns before showing nothing but rage. Looks like I am going to have a lot of explaining to do. Leaning back on a wall I watch as mi novia lifts up her fist pulling it back, ready to throw punches at Antonio. watching intensely as her fist comes down into his face, blood pours from his nose as a loud crunch echoes off of the concrete walls. A smile graces my lips and her fist descends onto his face over and over, blocking out the sounds of his begging and pleading for mercy. Only her harmonious grunts from her straining actions, like music to my ears. Her skirt swishes around her thighs and I stare at her ass focusing on every movement she makes. I can't help all the dirty thoughts that run around my mind. My pants start to strain slightly and I feel my cock getting hard. Shit, now is not the time, but I want to fuck her so bad. I want to make love to her feel her clench around me as I make her cum over and over in waves and waves of pleasure.

*Lucia POV*

Repetitively I punch Antonio in the face, completely blinded by a burning rage the more blood that pours, the more I want to see. As if an addiction that fills every crevice of my body purely with satisfaction and pleasure. I hear his grunts of pain and the way he begs and pleads for mercy. A mercy I shall not allow him, I cannot and will not stop now. I continue on until a set of strong arms snake round my waist pulling me backwards. I let it happen, leaning into the body. A hardness digs into my ass. And Andre leans in his hot breath fanning my neck, his lips touch my neck and I move my head to the side to give him access ''niña eres mía'' he whispers against my neck.