Page 59 of Stolen Christmas
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter how sorry you are, and I’m sure you are, but not for the reason that you should be. You’re only sorry because of what I’m going to do to you.”
“Please don’t.”
“You can beg all you want, but the only begging that I accept comes from the lips of my pretty wife. And that’s when she’s begging for more. See, I don’t know how anyone could harm her. She’s sweet, caring, and someone in need. You allowed her to be in so much danger and worse, you made her feel terrible every day that she came in to work in my company.”
“She lied.”
“Are you fucking stupid?” Raul utters first before I can even fathom what this fuck said. He accuses my wife of lying not only when we have proof, but after I already started my torture. Does he think I’ll believe his bullshit?
“Have you lost your mind?”
“She was sleeping with Colombo.”
“Enough. The tongue has to go. I’ve heard enough.”
“No, no.” He screams and screams, but those words don’t last long because the guys grab the grips and hold him down and force his mouth open. I swiftly swipe my blade across his tongue, severing it clean off.
“Can’t talk to women with no tongue now, can you?” I ask. He shivers, unable to respond because he’s already choking on his blood. “Sorry, I can’t hear you,” I say.
“Maybe we should sit him up.”
“I suppose. I can’t have him die too soon.” Methodically, I continue with my torture of cuts to his body until he’s weakened and then I finally give him one good jab to the heart.
“Burn him.” They take him to the crematorium furnace that’s waiting for him and let it run. We have three cremations set for the day, so it works perfectly for the schedule. It’s amazing the things we get done.
I head off back to the condo and find a big fucking problem. Someone’s pulled the fire alarm.
“Where the fuck is she?” I arrive at the condo to see several of my men receiving oxygen from the paramedics. Nico drops his mask and shakes his head.
“I don’t know, sir. She was in the condo and then the alarm went off; we exited via the stairwell like we practiced. We got to the third floor when we were ambushed with some fucking gas. The entire hall was filled with tenants. Everyone was dropping around us, and then they came in and nabbed her.
“Did you get a look at the guys?” He shakes his head.
“No, they were wearing some heavy-duty gas masks.” I open up her phone and check what she was scrolling. All the searches were on:how to know if someone loves you. Is jealousy a sign of love? How fast can someone fall in love?
Baby, I love you so damn much, and I’m going to find you and kill all those that took you.
A text pops up on my phone, but then I find it’s from her cell phone.
I’ve got a late Christmas gift for you, D’Antonio. — Fields
My woman is tied to a chair, gagged, with tears in her eyes. This can’t be happening. I can’t see who has her, but I get aglimpse of the other man’s hand in the picture. I can’t forget the tattoo on the hand, and I trusted him.
I want my wife back to me unharmed.
Well, I want to get away with my life and two million dollars.
Done. Where do you want to meet?
That was too simple. You’re lying.
No, I want my wife back to me and I want her back now.
Fine. Meet me at the warehouse at ten pm with my money.
You better have her, and she better not be harmed.
