Page 39 of Vow to Me

I sit and watch the show as Luca uses various torture methods to try and get information out of him. He clearly lives for this shit; he’s fucking loving it. The sadistic look in his eyes as he removes parts of his anatomy is a thing of beauty.

Huh, a thing of beauty? I guess I’m just as sadistic as he is.

It’s clear the asshole doesn’t know much, he says he was hired through an online forum which I’m familiar with, the thing about that forum is that it’s virtually impossible to trace the hit back to whoever placed it, but that won’t stop me from at least trying. Apparently, he was paid twenty grand to set up the explosives and the attack wasn’t aimed at me or Enzo in particular, the ad was placed for any member of the Romano family. The guy thought it would be easier to go for Enzo’s car since he uses less security than the rest of the family.

Once it’s clear our new friend—Elliot Barnham—doesn’t know anything more that’s of use, Luca turns to me and raises his brow. An unspoken agreement passes between us, he knows I’m pissed about the attack and that I want to inflict some pain on him myself. I won’t kill him—I’ll leave that part to Enzo who’s beenjumping around the room wanting to get on to the killing part of the process.

I stand and make my way over to them, there’s a hint of relief in his eyes, thinking that I can’t be anywhere near as brutal as my husband, and I inwardly smirk at his misogynistic views.

“I spent three days in the hospital because of your little attack,” I say, feigning hurt. “It wasn’t very nice what you did to us.”

“I’m s-sorry, Mrs Romano… please... please ask him to let me go,” he pleads, and I tip my head back in a laugh.

“Let you go? Sorry sweetie, that’s not how this is gonna go.” I grin at him before pulling a switch blade for my boot, I fucking love these boots. Theres a hidden strap inside to keep my knives in place—plus, they’re pretty. Luca sighs when he sees me retrieve the blade, for some reason he doesn’t like me carrying them. I shrug at him and casually walk towards my new friend before bending down and cutting the ropes that tie his legs to the chair.

“Stand,” I order as I nod to Luca and Marco, gesturing for them to hold him in place. They both comply, letting me run my little show while Enzo giggles, yes fuckinggigglesfrom where he’s stood. Psychotic idiot.

This whole time Elliot has been sat in nothing but boxer briefs that are now covered in blood from Luca’s antic’s, I walk around him and stand behind him before I crouch and bring my blade to the back of his knees and slashing along the tendons in the back of both knees.

He drops to the floor and is now in a kneeling position while I walk back around him so I’m standing in front of him, him kneeling at my feet.

“I do love bringing men to their knees,” I say with a sweet smile while Luca growls at the insinuation. I ignore him and bring my attention back to the little fucker who thought he could hurt me and Enzo.

“Beg me,” I say, and he starts pleading at me to let him go. I stare into his eyes and the dryness of his face makes me frown.

He’s not very good at begging for his life.There should be tears.

I bring my knife down to his face and make a slice at both of his eye lids, so it looks like he’s crying tears of blood.

Hmm, that’s better.

Marco makes a sound in the back of his throat, I’m not sure whether it’s from approval or not, but that’s what I’m going to class it as.

“You should have cried for me, I didn’t want to do that, but you weren’t begging hard enough,” I say with a mock pout before nodding at Enzo, I’ll let him have his fun since it doesn’t seem like Elliot is going to last much longer after everything me and Luca have done to him.

I glance around the room and the men the guys have in the room are staring at me in shock, they’re not used to a woman having bigger balls than most men it seems. I clean up in the attached bathroom once Luca is finished and walk back out into the main room where Luca holds his hand out for me. “Mia regina,”he saysclearly enough for the others to hear when I place my hand in his before bringing my palm to his lips and placing a sweet kiss.

Chapter Thirty-One

Luca

Ilead Izzy out of the warehouse and back to the car, I sent a message to Tomasso while Iz was busy cutting up Elliot to tell him to pack us some things. Now that she’s well enough to torture someone, I’m pretty sure she’s well enough to travel.

I’ve never felt more pride than I did watching Izzy cut up that asshole, and the fact that she left him for Enzo instead of finishing him herself shows me just how much she understands him. Not many people understand that crazy bastard.

They’ve grown close in the past week, spending time together every day. I’d be a raging lunatic consumed by jealousy if he wasn’t my little brother, but I know it’s a purely platonic friendship. I think it’s good for them. It’s good for Izzy to have a friend in a new city and its good for Enzo because that kid has always had problems getting close to people, I don’t know if it’s his quirky personality or if he just eventually scares them away, but he’s always had issues making friends.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” I ask once we get in the car. She’s probably sick of me asking, but I never want to see her laid up in a hospital bed again, there was a point when I really thought I was going to lose her. That pain has stayed with me ever since, itdidn’t go away when she woke up. No, it’s just kept building and building, leaving me an overbearing, annoying as fuck husband who can’t let his wife out of his sight for longer than thirty minutes unless I want to start imagining ten different scenarios in which she’s hurt or sick or injured.

I fucking hate feeling this way, like if I don’t hold on tight enough, she’s just going to float away.

“I promise, I’m fine. I would tell you if I wasn’t,” she says softly, trying to reassure me. And it does, her voice alone does fucking weird things to me. It’s like she’s put some sort of spell on me—all I can ever see is her.

I put the car in drive and make the drive to the airport, after around fifteen minutes, Izzy realizes were going in the opposite direction to home,

“Uh, Luca? Where are we going?”

“I told you I wanted to take you on a honeymoon.”

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