Page 13 of Tainted Princess
CHAPTER FOUR
Enzo
“I don’t like being lied to, Harry.”
My tone was deceptively calm as I stood, leaning casually against the far wall, a bored expression on my face as I watched the sniveling little worm sputter and moan, his words a jumbled mess as they tumbled out of his mouth.
Of course, the fact that I’d just knocked several of his teeth out with my fist may have had something to do with it.
“You told me you were good for it. When you borrowed my money, you specifically told me, ‘Mr. Argenti, I’ll have it back to you by Friday,’ did you not?”
Harry, the worm in question, nodded, his head bobbing drunkenly on his neck as he tried to answer without words. I stepped away from the wall, my sudden movement causing him to jump, taking the chair he was currently tied to back several inches as well. I crossed the room, stopping in front of him, and looked down at the sorry excuse for a man.
Hooking my thumbs behind my belt buckle, I watched his gaze as he stared at it, knowing exactly what kinds of secrets that buckle hid.
But I wasn’t quite ready to play with Harry again yet.
First, I had to break his self-respect, then I could continue breaking his fucking face.
“And do you remember, Harry, what you told me you needed the money for? When I asked you what you planned on doing with my five large, what did you say to me?”
Harry’s shoulders shook with his sobs, the blood and drool and snot running off his face and down onto his shirt. He mumbled something unintelligible, and I reached out and slapped him.
“What was that, Harry? I can’t hear you over the sound of your balls shriveling up.”
Behind me, I heard Rocco snort out a laugh, and I tried to hide my own smile.
“My dog!” Harry shouted, the words spraying even more blood across his chin. “I said it was for surgery for my dog.”
“And what did you use my money for, Harry?”
As I watched, Harry began to shake, his entire body vibrating with fear as he tried to bring himself to tell me what he had done.
Of course, I already knew what that sack of shit had done, but I wanted to make him say it.
That was part of the fun.
When he spoke, he was so quiet I could barely hear him.
“I ordered a hooker.”
“I’m gonna need you to repeat that, Harry. I couldn’t quite make it out.”
“I ordered a hooker,” he said again, only marginally louder.
“Come on, Harry, if you’re gonna do something, at least have the balls to own your actions, man. Now, tell me what the fuck you spent my money on!”
“I ordered a hooker!” he finally roared, and I threw my head back and laughed darkly, starting up a slow clap.
Harry stared at me, his eyes manic as he strained against his restraints. But he wasn’t getting out of those zip ties anytime soon.
“Now, that’s more like it. Good job, Harry.” He was breathing like he’d just run a marathon, and his face was red and blotchy. “However, while I am glad you had what was probably the best night of your miserable life, we still have to discuss your infractions. Let me list them for you.”
I began to count off the things Harry had done to piss me off, holding up a finger with each item I listed.
“First, you lied to me about the reason you were borrowing the five grand. I mean, I knew a scum bag like you was a risk, man, but I felt bad for your fuckin’ dog. No creature should have to suffer just because it hasyoufor an owner. Wait,” I said, and cocked my head to the side. “Do you even have a dog, Harry?”
I knew the answer when he started to cry again, but he shook his head anyway.
