Page 163 of Arturo's Temptation

“I’m already in fucking hell,” he replied, tearing another hole in my black heart. Wincing, I splayed my hand across Bella’s belly, thoughts rushing to our baby. Even just the thought of someone hurting my unborn child made my blood run cold. Sensing the darkness of my wayward thoughts, Bella rested her hand against mine.

“Arturo,” Red called before walking over. “He’s all yours.” I nodded as he tapped my shoulder.

“No,” Bella interjected, stepping forward, linking her fingers with my own. Her baby blues met mine. “He’s all ours.”

“Together?” I asked, making her nod.

Turning back toward Henry’s sagged form, I ripped the wood from his stomach.

“Ah!”

“Oh, Arturo, you should have prepared him for that.” Bella sang, as she twiddled her blade between her fingers. Lorenzo couldn’t hide his amusement, and neither could Luca.

“Ah, shit, sorry, must have slipped my mind.” I chuckled.

Working alongside Bella was something else. From her catlike movements to her growing sarcasm, she was a fucking picture to watch. Grinning, I picked up the pliers that Red had laid out prior to us arriving.

“Hold him still for me,Princesa.” Bella nodded, gripping his head, her hold tightening as he thrashed in his seat. “That’s my girl.” I winked, stopping in front of him. “Now, Harry?—”

“It’s Henry!” he spat, his chest heaving from exhaustion.

“Do I look like I give a toss what your name is? You came into this world as a Duval and now you’ll leave as nothing.” I scoffed, prying his mouth open with ease. Metal grinded against his tooth as I clamped the pliers over his incisor. “Now, be a good little boy and tell me who you’re workin’ for? Cause I know you ain’t the brains behind this operation.”

“F—”

“Another fuck you? How original.” I replied as I rolled my eyes and yanked the tooth from his gum. Blood spurted in his mouth as he squealed. “Name?” I tried.

Henry groaned and sat back, panting.

“Oh dear, let’s try that again, shall we?” Bella chirped, calling the devil out to play.

At the clamping of another tooth, he let out a terrified scream which was muffled by my hand in his mouth. Without warning, I ripped another from his gob, tutting when blood spurted out across my shirt.

“Just so you know… I’m havin’ a whale of a time. So you go on keepin’ your gob shut and I’ll keep takin’ your teeth.” I smiled, pressing the pad of my thumb into the gaping hole in his palm.

“Ah, shit! Look, I don’t k-know who it is.” he managed through ragged breaths.

“You mean to tell me you accepted jobs and had no bloody clue who ordered you to do them? Don’t make me laugh.” I tutted, slapping him across the face.

“You don’t understand, he’ll kill me if I snitch.” he whimpered. “He’ll go after my d?—”

“Motherfucker,I’llkill you unless you tell me what I need to know.”

“They have plans for you, you know? Plans I don’t want to ruin.” he laughed, blood staining his teeth red. My heart lurched as Henry confirmed my worst fears. The same someone who had been stalking Isabella and I for months was the same person behind Henry’s involvement. And the worst part was I still had no idea who it was.

“Why Bella?” I spat.

“Because I knew what she meant to you, and so did they. They’ve been watching you both for months. But you already knew that didn’t you?” My throat bobbed as seven pairs of eyes stared daggers at my back. From behind Henry, Bella caught my gaze and gave me the smallest of head shakes, silently telling me not to listen. “Don’t you get it? She’s been collateral damage ever since you took the job,” he smirked. “Shame she reserved that tight, pretty pussy for you though. I would have fucking destroyed it.” Bella’s hold didn’t loosen, but I could tell his words had rattled her.

Reeling in my anger, I clamped one of his front teeth and ripped it from the socket in one swift movement.

“Enough flirting, tell me who you are working for!” I demanded.

“No.”

Bella let go of his head, her eyes fixated on the table of goodies. My lips quirked up as she retrieved a blow torch, flickering it on.

“So, you like playing with fire do you? Come on then, I’ll show you just how it feels to burn.” The moment the flames licked at his side he let out a roar of pain and fear. The stench of burning flesh filling the container was enough to make my nose itch and my eyes water. What do you know? Looks like my future wife was a bit of a pyromaniac. “Hurt , does it, you son of a bitch?”

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