Page 108 of Sinful Lies

“Who pissed you off this time?” Mikhail rolls up his sleeves to expose the intricate tattoos covering both of his forearms.

“Turns out a broken wrist isn’t enough of a punishment.”

Mikhail’s dark eyes flash with curiosity, but I don’t say any more. It’s not my story to tell.

“What’s your plan?”

“Oh, this fucker deserves to die, but I want him on his fucking knees and begging for me to slit his throat. And even then, I won’t put him out of his misery.”

Mikhail whistles. “He’s gotten under your skin. I haven’t seen you like this in a long time,brat. You’re meant to be the easy-going one.”

“That fucker hurt Zara.”

Mikhail’s jaw ticks, but he nods.

“Let’s go.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his gun.

My eyes scan the motherfucker.“Aren’t you happy to be back here, Giovanni?”

Giovanni slumps against the wall of the cell.

We stripped him of his clothes, binding his wrists and ankles together and shoving a gag in his mouth. Looking down at his naked, writhing body on the floor of the damp cell makes me almost feel sorry for him.

I chuckle. “All that money and yet, it’s ridiculously easy to break into your house. If I were you, I’d invest in a new security system.”

Mikhail scoffs. “Not that you’re not leaving here any time soon, but still, something to keep in mind.”

I glance over my shoulder at my brother who has his eyes fixed on Saccone.

I haven’t told him the full truth about why we’re here, but I’m sure he’s worked it out by now from the look of disgust on his face.

Giovanni grunts, and I turn back to face him.

His face is turning red as he tries to fight against his restraints, but Mikhail’s bound him so tight there’s no chance of him breaking free.

“We had to bring you underground for what I have planned. Don’t want to risk anyone hearing you squeal.”

Giovanni fights against his gag, and I laugh at the sight of the drool starting to drip down his chin.

“Look at you. Fucking pathetic.”

His nostrils flare, and he tries to speak through the gag, but it comes out as nothing more than a deep groan.

“I don’t appreciate having to leave my wife to come and deal with you. But she’s made me aware of some new information which has made me…reassess things.”

Giovanni’s eyes dart around the damp cell, and a flash of fear gleams in his eyes as he looks back to me. His chest is heaving with each breath.

Good.

I want him to fucking sweat. I want him to feel exactly how Zara felt when he decided that her body was his for the taking.

“Do you remember what I promised you?” I tilt my head to the side as my eyes flick down to his limp cock.

His eyes widen,, and I grin as he squirms against his restraints.

“I’m not one for empty threats, Saccone. When I told you I was going to chop off your dick and make you eat it, I wasn’t joking. Though from the looks of things, it won’t make much of a meal.”

The sound of Mikhail’s deep chuckle echoes from behind me, and I smirk.

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