VAL'S POV
So we went shopping and bought the dresses we will be wearing tomorrow at the party.
After that, Eve dropped me back at home, and then she left.
I took my phone and called Em. After some minutes, he picked up the call.
EMILIO'S POV
Right now, I was in the basement in front of that mother f*cking Swedish mafia leader who dared to blow our warehouse. He was an old looking man who was looked to be in his late 40s. Right now, he was tired up in a chair, and he looked scared cause he was trembling. Tsk is too weak for a mafia leader.
"Good morning, Viktor," I said, my voice smooth as velvet but sharp as a blade. "I trust you slept... uncomfortably."
Viktor gritted his teeth but said nothing. Fear flickered in his eyes, but he masked it with defiance.
"I admire your ambition," I continued, pulling a chair and sitting across from Viktor. "Blowing up my warehouse? Bold. Stupid, but bold. You see, Viktor, ambition without caution is like a flame in a gas-filled roomâit consumes everything, including the fool who sparked it."
I snapped my fingers, and Mike came forward, holding a folder. He opened it to reveal photographs: Viktor's family, his trusted allies, even the diner where Viktor liked to eat breakfast.
"I don't play games, Viktor. You knew the consequences. But I like to educate my adversaries. Consider this... a lesson."
I opened the leather case that Mike had brought to me, revealing an assortment of tools: pliers, knives, and syringes. I picked up a scalpel, turning it over in my hand as if admiring its craftsmanship.
"You blew up my warehouse. A bold message. I'll send one in returnâthrough you."
The first cut was shallow, running across Viktor's forearm. I didn't aim to kill; I aimed to hurt, to instill fear. Viktor groaned, but my calm demeanor was more chilling than the pain.
"I'm not a monster," I said, leaning close. "You'll live. But you'll wish you didn't."
I cut his chest again using the scapel.
"Pass me that, Mike," I said, referring to the alcohol which was on the table,
I opened it and poured it on the injuries I inflicted on Viktor. He screamed, and I was kind of enjoying it, you know. His scream was like music to my ears.
"How is it, Victor? You're enjoying it, right? I know you are, I mean, I'm good at making my guest here in the basement feel welcomed, " I said, my voice so low and dangerous.
"So wanna tell me why you blew my warehouse?" I asked, and he still kept quiet, trembling in fear.
3RD POV
"Oh, alright, I could keep on getting creative th..." Emilio was mid-sentence, his scalpel hovering above Viktor's trembling hand, when Mike cleared his throat. Emilo glared at Mike for interrupting him whilst he was speaking. He hates that.
"Boss," Mike said hesitantly, holding out a vibrating phone. The screen lit up with a name that softened Emilio's cold demeanor: Tinaâ¤ï¸
Emilio's lips curled into a faint smile. "Tina," he murmured, as if the very name brought light into the dim, blood-streaked room.
He gestured to another guard, who quickly stepped forward and shoved a filthy rag into Viktor's mouth, muffling his groans. Emilio cleaned his hands with deliberate precision, his every move graceful, as though torturing a man moments before speaking to the love of his life was as natural as breathing.
"Hand me the phone," he said, and Mike obeyed, holding the device steady in front of Emilio. He pressed the answer button.
""ÐÐ¾Ñ Ð»ÑбовÑ?" Emilio's voice transformed, warm and velvety.
"What are you saying?" she asked since she didn't understand what he was saying.
"I was saying hi, how are you?" he said.
"Oh, I'm good. Why didn't you tell me you were not coming to school? What were you doing?" her sweet and innocent voice chirped through the speaker.
"Were you missing me?" He said in his husky and sexy voice.
"What? Of course not, " she said
Emilio chuckled, his eyes briefly flicking to Viktor, whose muffled cries were growing louder. Without breaking stride, he gestured for Mike to tighten the gag. The cries dulled to faint, pitiful whimpers.
"Stop lying, Tina," Emilio said, leaning back in his chair as if he weren't sitting in a room reeking of blood and despair. "I was just handling a small matterâboring business, nothing worth your concern."
"Mm, what do you mean by that? Of course, I will be concerned," she said
"Don't be okay, else you will grow wrinkles on your beautiful face," he flirted.
"Oh please," she said as she rolled her eyes.
Em gestured Mike to pour alcohol again on Viktor. Mike did that, and Viktor let out a louder muffled cry, his body jerking against the restraints. Emilio's gaze flicked to him, his expression darkening for a fraction of a second. He motioned for one of his men to press Viktor's head down, silencing him further.
"Everything all right?" Val asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"Perfect," Emilio assured her, his tone honeyed.
"What was that sound?" Val asked again.
"Nothing," he said.
"It's late, you should be asleep by now Tina, go to bed okay?" Emilio said in a worried tone.
"Okay, bye," she said.
"Good night, sleep tight," he said, and she dropped the call. After the call ended, his expression changed back to how it was before Val called. He was emotionless, his cold aura released again, and it was as if the room's temperature had dropped.
Everyone was terrified of the way he could change so fast, even Mike. Emilio handed the phone back to Mike and turned his attention to Viktor, whose eyes were wide with terror.
"Now, where were we?" he said, his voice icy once more.
Emilio took the scapel and cut all the fingers of Viktor's right hand,
"Okay, here is what is going to happen. You'll go back to your little operation and tell everyone what happened here. Not the detailsâjust the result. They'll know that I can't be challenged. And if I hear so much as a whisper of rebellion..." Emilio's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, "...you won't see the light of day again."
With a wave of his hand, Emilio's men unshackled Viktor and dragged him out of the room. As Viktor was thrown into a waiting car, his mind reeled with terror. Emilio hadn't just hurt him physicallyâhe'd dismantled his spirit.
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