Page 68 of Unravelling The Beast

"Go on, have some fun!"

He giggles as he skips merrily in the direction of the front door, and just as I'm ready to follow behind him, Carmella snatches my wrist, forcing me to come to a sudden halt.

I turn to face her, still staring down at her firm grip on my wrist, before shifting my eyes to hers.

"A word of advice, girl: fucking the men in this family will only cause you hurt, trauma, and misery."

She releases my wrist as she passes by me and I just stare at her with wide eyes, but she continues.

"Take it from someone who knows: once you're in, there's no getting out."

I stand there rooted on the spot, side-eyeing her as she walks away, and my body jumps when I hear the door slam shut behind her. What the fuck was that all about? What exactly did she mean? And did Sara really tell her mom that I was sleeping with her son?

I take a deep breath and compose myself, realizing that I have the day to myself and that I need to attempt to push all the shit that has been happening recently to the side. Arlo has a huge bathtub with my name written all over it and I believe it’s time to pamper and unwind a little; it's probably what I need.

Icruise my Lamborghini to meet my dad and some of our soldiers at one of our spots. They have someone that I've been trying to get my hands on for quite some time. When I pull up outside of a rundown abandoned warehouse, I shut the engine and step out when the doors rise before they seal shut again.

I retrieve my cigarette box from my inside pocket and place it on my lips before biting on one and drawing it out with my teeth. I light it up with my silver zippo as I take a glance around the desolate area and then take a big drag, filling my lungs with the toxic fumes. I hold it in before I suddenly hear my dad's deep voice behind me.

"Son."

My jaw tightens with displeasure as I release the smoke through my nose and then reluctantly turn around to face him. I take another lengthy suck on my cigarette and blow the smoke in his face purposefully while observing him before flicking it to the floor.

"Where the fuck is he?"

He turns his head and indicates a door to a building on my right, and as I take a step in the direction he gestured to, he places his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I stare down at his old hand on my pristine suit, and he speaks when my eyes dart to his.

"There's a couple of big dogs in there from LA; show them what you can do, Arlo."

He flashes me a chilling grin, one I probably inherited from the smug bastard, but my face remains stone-fucking cold as always. I push past his hand and stroll to where I need to go, with him following behind me.

When I enter the small room, there are already around six men standing in the corners, one of whom is Cash. The person in question is gagged and bound to a chair in the middle of the room. He already appears to be on the verge of passing out from being beaten, as he groans with his head flopping around.

I take another glance around at all the men; some I recognize, some I don't, but who the fuck cares? I'm here to do my job, and I'm going to enjoy doing this one. Taking a step further into the room, I notice a tray of knives and torture devices next to my victim's chair, as well as a baseball bat, all waiting and calling for me.

As I kneel down in front of him, I pull my pants up and follow his swaying head movements, waiting for him to realize it's me who will be dealing with him today. When he finally does, his eyes widen, and his bloodied face becomes terrified.

"Yeah, mother-fucker, that's right, it's me."

He shakes his head frantically when I say the chilling words, and I nod gently.

"You know what's happening today, don't you, Cole?"

He desperately attempts to plead through the gag in his mouth, saying anything he can to avoid what I'm about to do to him. Everyone in my city knows who the fuck I am and what I am capable of and to be honest, if I were facing me, I’d be shit scared too.

"Shhhh... Not today, Cole.You don't get to bullshit me twice."

As I rise upright, I slide my suit jacket down my arms and hand it to Cash, who takes it and hangs it delicately over his forearm. While I stroll back and forth, taunting him, I take off my tie and roll up my shirt sleeves.

Once done, I come to a stop in front of the tray of knives and scan them all with my eyes until I find one that will do the job. They’re not my beautiful knives, but they’ll do.

I lift it up and trace my finger over the sharp blade, admiringly, causing my skin to be sliced open and my cold eyes to lock on to his.

I crouch down in front of him once more, his terrified stare focused on me and the knife in my hand.

"What made you do it, Cole?Why did you feel the need to rape her? I told you to leave her the fuck alone."

As he shakes his head, he looks panicked, and I continue by pointing the knife at him.

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