Page 166 of His Hell Girl

"Why am I here? You heard I'm back on the marriage mart?" She flutters her lashes suggestively.

I already feel someone drilling a hole into my back, and I don't have to turn to know Sisi's probably one step away from lashing out.

"Carry her to the torture room," I instruct Nero, not wanting to touch her and get in trouble with my wife.

Nero does as told, placing the gag back in place and taking her out of the room.

"I hope you don't plan to torture her yourself," Sisi says as she comes to my side.

"Nope," I reply, "didn't even touch her," I continue, putting my hands in the air.

"Good." She nods, satisfied. "I can do it."

"You?" I ask, surprised.

"Of course. This is primarilyourbusiness, so if you can't do it then it befalls to me," she states matter of factly, raising her hands and gathering her hair into a tight bun at her nape.

"Right," I answer, once again in awe of her. "But we only need to roughen her up a little so that Meester will take us seriously."

"No worries," she immediately replies, folding the cuffs of her shirt and following after Nero.

"That's my sister?" Marcello asks almost in disbelief, his eyes on Sisi's retreating figure.

"No. That's my wife," I say proudly, "and she's a force to be reckoned with." I clap him on the back, before I follow after her.

We make quick work of the torture room, decorating it to show we're not playing, and installing a camera right in front of Salome.

Sisi hadn't been kidding when she'd said she had it covered, as Salome is now sporting a busted lip and an already bruised eye.

Still, the most astonishing thing was the fact that even in her beat up state, she was chatting with Sisi as if they were long-lost pals.

"I'm not your father's biggest fan," Sisi mentions, "since he's tried to kill Vlad and me at least twice now. But since you're not on his side, I guess we can be friends," she smiles, "after he's dead."

"You guys plan on killing him?" Salome raises her gaze around as she asks the question.

Nero grunts, still by her side.

In fact, he hasn't left, even while Sisi was rearranging her face.

Allegra is at the end of the room with Enzo and Adrian, while Marcello is arranging the camera in place. Catalina had taken Bianca upstairs to feed her, since she'd gotten some pregnancy cravings.

"Yes," I answer honestly. "He's as good as dead."

"Damn," she mutters under her breath. "Can you make sure I'm his official heir before you kill him though? I really don't want to wake up and find that he's givenallhis money to some charity or something. Not that my father is very charitable, but he'd do it just to spite me." She sighs deeply.

"Why would he do that?" Sisi asks.

"We fucking hate each other. The only reason I haven't killed him myself is because I kept hoping he'd change his will," Salome says, disappointed.

Sisi turns sharply toward me.

"Will it work then? If he hates her?"

"Oh, he hates me all right, but he still needs me for a male heir," Salome interjects. "That's the only thing I'm good for apparently." She rolls her eyes.

"Good, that works then," I nod, going back to the camera to ensure everything is fine.

I tell everyone to step aside, ready to record Salome begging her father to save her, but I'm a little surprised to see that Nero seems reluctant to leave her side.

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