Page 22 of His Cursed Heart

“And?” Allan makes him continue.

“…and I got her naked, then I m-masturbated on her.” My mind is instantly going to the time when Emmeline’s bodyguard called me and told me the scene he found her in one of my clubs. This happened one year ago at my sister’s birthday.

And since then, me and my father have been torturing him in the worst way possible.

Because death would’ve been too easy.

“I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll give you two options. When we’ll go inside, you will choose option One or Two. Just the number. Are we clear?”

“What are the options?” Stupid motherfucker.

“That’s up to me, Freddie.” And with my free hand, I throw a punch to his face so hard that he fell on the hard ground and stood there.

Lifeless.

“Did you kill him?” Allan asks with uncertainty.

“He just passed out. Arius said to bring him alive, didn’t said in what stage.” I put on my leather jacket and head towards the entrance of the club. “Orion, can you bring him to the backrooms?”

Orion gives me a little nod and moves toward the limp body. He throws Fred on his shoulder like he weighs nothing, and goes first in the club.

“Why do you think Arius wants him?” Allan comes next to me as we both enter the club.

“I think Fred messed up with the wrong mafia and the wrong man.” Arius Novak will bring hell into Fred’s

life, and I’ll be there to intensify the fires of it.

Allan left me the second we entered the club. I want to say that this shocks me, but it really doesn't.

The nightclub is full. Way to full for my liking. People are more touching and jumping than dancing and there is a big cloud of smoke in the air.

I hardly move through the crowd until I arrive at the bar. Passed out people are on the chairs and I have no idea how Allan finds this 'fun'.

The bartender sees me and widen his eyes as he puts his whole focus on me.

"How can I help you, Sir?" He looks way too young to be a bartender. A bartender for one of the most popular mafia clubs in Italy.

"A vodka." He nods lightly and goes to prepare my drink. I look into the crow of drunk people trying to find Allan.

The music changes into a dirty song and the whole atmosphere gets unholy. Couples are starting to undress each other and make sex lookalike positions.

Again, how is this entertaining?

The boy brings me my drink and with his head bowed, he hands me a white piece of paper.

I open the little note and my eyes bore into the calligraphic letters.

The music doesn't stop and suddenly, two shadows are making their way through the moving bodies. My senses are alert as I believe that Arius is one of those shadows.

The two of them separate and in that moment a wave of red smoke fills the air.

Fuck.

I’m looking calmly around trying to eye the silhouettes that alarmed my senses. Even through the smoke I can see people rubbing against each other as if they were in an erotic movie. Some of them are inhaling drugs from each other’s body parts.

Where the hell did you bring me, Allan?

I feel a presence beside me and I turn my head just a little, and my vision takes in the feminine body that is dressed in black leather.

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