Page 162 of Arturo's Temptation

“You beggin’ me to spare your pathetic life before I end it with great fuckin’ pleasure.” I fisted the back of his shirt, hoisting him to his feet and as if on cue, Danil swanned in looking his usual dapper self.

“Alright, Arturo. Hope you’ve not been having too much fun.” He smiled a sinisterly as Henry did his best to resist my hold.

“Danil, perfect timin’ mate. Let’s get this wanker where he needs to go.” I laughed, shoving Henry out the door. “Lorenzo follow through?”

“That he did, they’re already there waiting for us,” he replied, stabbing the button in the lift.

“We’re goin’ to have some fun, fella.” I jibbed at Henry as Danil smiled gleefully.

Danil and Jace,two guys who I’d grown to trust on Bella’s team, secured our little package to a chair in the middle of the shipping container as I went to check on Bella.

“You alright?” I asked, cupping her face.

“I’m fine. The sooner he’s dead the better.” I nodded as she rolled my chain between her fingertips, letting her forehead rest on my chest. “I just wish I could bring him back.”

“I know, my love. Look, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.” I said, trying to catch her gaze. I knew killing the guy who had been stealing from her father had been hard, but this was different. Her reasons were different.

“I’m staying. We’re doing this for Tyler.”

“That’s my girl.” I smiled, cupping her face with both hands before drawing her in for a gentle kiss.

“Arturo, you ready?” Lorenzo questioned, pulling me from our bubble.

“Ready to gut the fucker? Oh, yeah.” I winked before taking over and yanking the blade from Henry’s leg. He gave a loud yelp. “Shit, sorry, did that hurt?” I asked, cleaning the blade on his cheek. “My bad.”

“You’re making a big mistake. When my father hears about this?—”

“Your father ain’t goin’ to do jack shit, mate.” Bending down I angled my knife towards his eye, grinning when he stiffened.

“So I kidnapped Little Miss Frigid. So what? She’s alive. Now let me go!”

“Nah,” I replied, slicing open his shirt.

“I-I’ll give you anything. Money? Stocks?” He cried.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Harry.” I stabbed my blade through his palm making him howl. “Verás, esa es mi mujer y si la jodes, me jodes.” I said over the screams.

“Arturo, he’s only gone and pissed himself.” Danil laughed. “Real shame his Daddy isn’t here to protect him any more. I think somebody’s a little scared.”

“He should be scared,” Lorenzo chimed in, joining me at Henry’s feet. His hand clutched a long piece of wood. “He took my daughter and killed my nephew. If I was in his situation, I’d be really shitting bricks right about now.” With that, he shoved the splintered wood through Henry’s side. Agonised cries bounced against the metal walls as I stepped back, letting Lorenzo take the reins.

Henry’s shirt was soaked in sweat and the blood dripped down his side. He began to shake as he raised his head to Lorenzo. “What are you talking about? I didn’t kill shit!”

Ignoring him, Lorenzo caught Red’s eye. “You ready?”

Red came into view holding a power drill, his eyes were black with murderous intent. Without saying a word, he flicked the switch, making the drill whir to life. At my side, Bella stiffened as her eyes squeezed shut.

“Hermosa, Red’s fine. Let him do what he needs to do.”

But a part of me understood. I had never seen Red look so vacant. I may not have lost a child but I understood the pain of losing those you love. We could only hope that having the support of those around him would help bring the real Red back.

An hour passed as we stood and watched Red torment Henry. The fact the little fucker was still conscious impressed me, but not by much. And despite my love of torture a part of me just wanted him dead.

“Go on, shitbag, keep screaming, each one is better than the last.” Red spoke in a monotone voice, sinking the drill under the nail of Henry’s pinky. The sound of Bella’s breath hitching inher throat made me reach out and pull her in tight to my side. Henry’s head sagged against his chest as blood ran down the arms of the chair.

“This is for my son. My fucking boy.” Red seethed. “You’re going to burn in hell for the shit you’ve done.”

“And what about you, huh? You sure aren’t exactly a mother fucking saint are you? Does it make you feel all tough, hacking me to pieces?” Henry laughed, the fucker actually laughed. “You’re going to burn in hell.

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