Izan

TW: Torture, Blood

After I ordered a few of my men to clean up the mess in the building, I took Vera to my parents' house. "Why can't I go with you?" she asked again as she got out of my car and stood in the driveway near my side. Pouting, looking like a chipmunk.

I sighed and placed my hand on her cheek. "Because I intend to torture that fucker for what he did to you and kill him, and you can't stop me, amor. No one can," I explained bluntly since I didn't like beating around the bush, but she didn't flinch or seem scared.

My Vera nodded in understanding, leaning her head inside the car, and kissed me. I loved it when she initiated the kiss. Her lips were so soft and addicting. 

I wanted to drop everything and have a make-out session with her in the car, straddled to my lap, but I knew I couldn't do that.

Not now, at least.

I broke the kiss that was about to get heated and smiled at her. "I love you," I said for the first time, and it felt so right and not awkward at all. I had been contemplating when to tell her, and I guessed it was about damn time.

She froze for a split second, but then she beamed at me like she found the golden pot at the end of a rainbow and kissed my forehead. I was starting to think like her. 

"I love you," she replied smoothly as if she'd said it a million times, and I felt ecstatic, ready to conquer the world. I gave her one final kiss and drove off when she entered the house.

~~~

"Jose, what are you doing here?" I asked once I saw him waiting for me outside the torture room. We had one in each building we owned, and my men took him to the main torturing room in the main building. No one was there besides my inner group. I didn't need interference.

"I heard what happened and want in on all the fun. If I can't participate, I'll just watch," he replied with a sadistic smile, and I nodded. I didn't feel like arguing with him, so we both entered the room.

Papa, Juan, Carlos, and Zulimar were sitting in front of Heath, who looked ready to piss his pants off. I had so much in store for him. "Let me go! I need to see a doctor," the ugly duckling, as Vera called him, yelled as he grabbed his bleeding hand. 

Seeing his blood pour on the ground because of me was satisfying. I grabbed a chair and straddled it, ignoring his demands.

"Why should you see a doctor? Did you let Verena get medical care after you whipped her back day and night?" I crossed my arms over my chest and raised one eyebrow.

"That bitch deserved it."

Before I could reply, Zulimar loaded his gun. "Mind how you speak," he warned with the gun pointed at Heath's tiny dick.

Heath shut up once he saw the gun, and I tilted my head, trying to understand him. He was contaminating my air. "Why did you hit her?" I asked in a low tone, trying to calm my demons. 

I wanted to hear his answer. His lies. 

Anything could set me off. 

I wanted him to set me off.

Heath gathered some courage and smirked, looking constipated. Vera did influence how I thought. 

"It felt good." His answer riled me up, but I stayed seated. I needed more. "Just like her pussy. The moans she made whenever I entered her were riveting. Too bad you haven't heard her," he said smugly in an attempt to irritate us.

I chuckled at his words, and Juan broke the water cup near the table. Carlos, Zulimar, and Jose remained static, and Papa glared at him. "Funny," I began with a smirk, "I know you hit her because she didn't let you even kiss her. I'm starting to think you literally have no balls."

Heath rolled his eyes, clearly not understanding his situation. He was in the Mafia's grip, and there was no escape. No mercy for the likes of him. 

"Since you know she's a virgin, why did you ask me?"

"Just because," I shrugged and stood up. I walked toward him, and he cowered back until his back hit the wall. "No one will miss you if you go missing, you know that? Your dad doesn't give a shit about you, your mom is whoring around with multiple men, possibly pregnant, and your siblings hate you for spending all the money on yourself. They blame you because I froze your family's assets." 

His eyes widened as if he didn't expect me to do my research on him. 

"Verena was merciful and forgiving enough not to report you years ago, but I'm nowhere near her kindness. You aren't walking out of this room alive, so you better say your last word before we begin."

He gulped. "Begin what?" he asked, wasting his words on stupid questions. I didn't give him a verbal answer. I simply removed my belt and held it in my palm so that the metal part was dangling in the air. "No! Please, no!" His face paled, and I grinned.

"Too late," I smacked his face with it, splitting open his cheek. He fell down from the force of my hit, and I scoffed. "Too weak. Pathetic. Get up." 

My family didn't move since they knew he was mine to ruin. To torture. To kill.

"S-stop, I am s-sorry," he choked on his tears like a bitch, and I delivered another hit, but this time to his back. Just like he did to my girl. I repeated the process multiple times until I saw blood through his shirt.

It was not enough.

I let go of the belt and grabbed him by the neck. "You never stopped when she asked you to, right? Why should I?" I pressed my thump in his eye, and he screamed. I pushed harder until I heard something pop. 

I felt joy seeing his blood on my hands. It gave me peace and comfort. I loved taking matters into my own hands.

He hollered. "I can't see! I- please, s-stop this! I will pay you! Whatever you want."

"With what money? You're penniless since I was the one who ordered your demise." I had to thank Jolene properly for that. "Even if you had your money, why would I want it?"

"Apparently, he doesn't know you can buy New York if you want to," Jose commented with a smug expression, looking thrilled at the sight of blood. My brothers and Papa laughed.

"I'll do whatever you want. Just let me live," Heath begged, and I almost gagged at his face.

It looked nicer now that I ruined his eye.

I placed my palms on his ears and made him look at me with one eye. "That's the thing, I don't want anything from you besides saving some oxygen for us." I slammed my hands on his ears hard, and his good eye rolled back. 

Blood came out of his ears. I didn't give him time to rest, so I slapped his bleeding cheek, not wanting him to pass out on me. I was not done.

"Good thing you love us," Carlos remarked as he saw Heath's miserable condition.

I nodded. "I do." I punched Heath's chest and heard a crack. He started wheezing. I probably broke his bones. His lungs most likely collapsed. "Which hand did you use to whip her back?" I asked as I waited for his answer. He finally understood that it was his end no matter what he did or said, so he held out his left hand. 

I instantly broke each finger on its own, and then I twisted his arm behind his back and dislocated his shoulder.

After hearing his struggle even to scream properly, I grabbed a big sawzall from the toolbox.

"N-no," he whispered, unable to raise his voice due to his wheezing. I ignored his pleas and cut off his arm from his shoulder without warning, blood splashing on my face and clothes.

"Ew, that's disgusting," Juan commented as he gagged. He didn't like seeing limbs amputated, yet he had to endure it. He knew it. I never judged him for it since it was a brutal sight to witness, but he had other torturing techniques that scared the shit out of me. 

Each one of us had our own torture style.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, man up." Carlos scoffed and smiled at the sight. He scared me the most since he loved what I did, and his eyes sparkled. He loved torture as a hobby. 

Zulimar and Papa didn't react since they were used to it.

I had a fucked-up family, but I loved them.

"J-ust k-kill me..." Heath managed to say after he was in and out of consciousness. This motherfucker thought it was going to be this easy.

"We're just getting started."

~~~

"Vera," I called as I entered my house. Camila called after I finished my business with Heath, telling me that she had dropped Verena off at my house since it was late and she wanted to rest.

I heard running footsteps on the stairs, and once she saw me, she jumped the last few steps without hesitation and landed in my arms. Good thing I took a shower before coming back. Blood would have spooked her off. 

"I missed you," she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I tightened my grip on her soft body and inhaled her sweet scent. She was dressed for bed, and I suddenly felt exhausted. "I missed you more," I replied as I walked to our room. I gently placed her on the bed and kissed her quickly. 

"I need to change." I took off my shirt in front of her, and she grinned. She loved my tattoos, and I liked to flaunt them for her.

I took off my pants, but not my boxers, and wore sweats instead. I decided to stay shirtless and hopped into bed with her. "You should sleep shirtless more often so you don't get hot," she suggested with a teasing tone as she traced her fingers on my ink.

"Not because you like to see me naked?" I raised my eyebrows and held her closer to me, enjoying her company.

She scoffed with a grin. "No... yes. Yes, I do."

I love this woman.

"Izan," she trailed off, and I sensed what she wanted to ask. I could tell she didn't want to know the full details, but she had to know. "Where is Heath?"

I looked into her beautiful eyes and grinned. "Six feet under." Without any limbs, tongue, ears, or eyes. My brothers joined in after I took a short break, and when he was on the verge of death, I snapped his neck. It was the most satisfying sound ever.

I waited for her reaction, expecting something major, but she only nodded and buried her face in my neck. "Am I evil for not feeling bad at all?"

"No, amor. He hurt you, so I hurt him for you. He was a waste on this earth, past his expiration date, so I did all of us a favor and killed him."

She ran her fingers on the nape of my neck. "Did... did you torture him?"

I kissed her cheek, nose, and finally lips. "All you need to know is that he won't bother you anymore," I reassured her, but her eyes widened.

"Unless he comes back as a ghost and haunts me."

I love this woman so fucking much.

~~~ 

6.02.2024

 The ugly duckling is finally dead! 

I was angry while writing this chapter LOL 

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