Page 7 of Raphael (Belles & Mobsters 5)

Before anyone could see, I stabbed my knife into his back, careful to miss his liver. I definitely didn’t want to end him too quickly by hitting his vital organs. Twirling my knife, I shoved it even deeper and every so often scraped against his ribs.

He screamed like a pig, grunting beneath my hand. Then with a sharp punch to the back of his head, I knocked him unconscious. His body slumped over, and it took everything in me not to fucking kick him in the goddamn balls.

For trying to rape a girl. In my club.

Caine and Diego showed up at that very moment. Diego started to bark the orders to the other bouncers while Caine used his body to block the view of the miserable fucker in front of me.

Once the area was clear, we dragged him down the dark corridor to one of the torture rooms I had set up in the basement. Every single one of my establishments had this room.

Wonderful, right back to the basement, I grumbled dryly.

A trail of blood spilled behind us as we hauled the body down the hallway. Every single one of my bouncers was built, and at this very moment, I fucking regretted it. He was heavy as fuck, even with his weight distributed between me and Caine.

Once in the basement, I swept my palm over the scanner of our security system and opened the steel, soundproof door. I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars transforming the basement of every building I owned into an impenetrable fortress.

First floor and above were designed in state-of-the-art luxury and security, but the security above didn’t compare to what we had down here. Nothing could get through this basement door.

The soundproof walls would hide the sound of a detonated bomb. The basement was where I handled all of my business - human traffickers, pedophiles, murders, and potential rapists. Anyone that dared to double-cross me.

If only I could drag my father here and get rid of him too.

Caine and I shoved the body of the fucker onto the stainless steel table and started chaining him up. Yeah, it was the opening night, and yes, we’d use the torture room plenty of times over the last few weeks.

The body on the table jerked and the discussion was put on pause.

“I didn’t know she was yours.” Ah, the sleeping fucker woke up. “Come on, I didn’t know. There are plenty of other pussies for me to hit.”

My molars ground together. “Not in my club, coño,” I gritted.

This pendejo would get an extra slow death. The slowest fucking death to ever happen since God created this Earth.

“Why don’t you be a good little bitch, and shut the fuck up.”

He opened his mouth and Spanish words spilled from his lips. “Me cago en tu madre.”I shit on your mother.

Oh this fucker would get a double whammy. “Oh you fucked up,” Caine grinned. “This torture session will be so much fun,pendejo.”

I punched him in the nose, relishing in the crunch of cartilage beneath my fist. At least I’d get relief this way tonight. Blood squirted from his broken nose and trickled down his ugly-ass face. He started jerking against the chains, like a worm on a hook.

“Let’s play, shall we?”

The panicked look on his face was priceless. He finally came to realize the truth. He wouldn’t survive this. Terror filled his expression.

“Please, please,” he panted, his eyes filling with tears. He didn’t fucking care when his victim was terrified. And he thought I’d give him mercy. Not in a million fucking years.

So I punched him again. Just for the principle of it. He gurgled on his blood and attempted to spit it out, his tooth coming out too. The fucker was a lousy spitter.

His nose had started swelling and his eyes were bruised. Grabbing a tool off the table, I leaned over him, letting him see the tool I was about to use on him.

A screwdriver.

His eyes widened, his eyeballs ready to pop out.

I smiled cruelly, relishing the fear in his eyes.

“I hear you like to beat your girls,” Caine spat disgustedly. “Force yourself on them. Like you tried on Diablo’s girl.”

His head shook back and forth wildly. Fucking liar. He was caught with his hands on her, groping her. Just thinking about it made me see red.

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