Page 54 of Shackled By the Mafia Boss

Rodriguez seethes, the veins on his neck bulging. This won’t be fun if he kills himself before I get the chance to. “I’m an ADA, do you know what will happen if you kill me?”

I yawn. This is boring. I hate it when they say things like that, as if being an ADA would suddenly make me change my mind. “You should have thought of that before giving my woman a tough time, Rodriguez.”

His brows shoot up to his receding hairline. “Is this bullshit about Jane?”

I nod. “I have a feeling we’ll get to understand each other quite well.”

He laughs, the sound of his mockery ringing and echoing in the air.

“Come on, man. You’re nothing like the terrifying Marcus Romano I heard of.”

That’s fair. I haven’t been the same person since I met Jane. I’d swear on my life that two months ago, I wouldn’t be fighting for a woman this hard, but here I am, ready to kill a man for her.

And truth be told, I’d kill a thousand more men if they made a tear spill down her beautiful face.

“You’re willing to kill an ADA because of a piece of pussy.” He laughs again, keeling forward.

Now I’m offended. Idiots like him don’t get it.

“Jane is not a piece of pussy. She is mine, you may not speak of her in that manner.”

He shakes his head. “You weren’t mad when I insulted you, but you’re raging because I called her a piece of pussy. Maybe I was wrong, I think you’re the pussy here, Marcus.”

His smile does something to me, awakening something that is hungry to see him in pain. “Laugh all you want now, Rodriguez. This will be the last time you ever laugh.”

Rodriguez spits on the floor, right in front of my foot. “The worse you can do is kill me. I’m not scared of death.”

I guess it’s my turn to laugh now. “That is where you’ve got it all wrong, my man.” I smirk, pulling on my gloves. “I won’t lie to you, I came here with every intention to kill you, but I just changed my mind.”

Fear bleeds into his blue irises, a sheen of sweat forming on his forehead. “W-what the fuck are you going to do to me?”

I rise to my feet, towering above him with a psychotic smile on my face. “There’s no need to rush, my man. You’re about to find out.”

One of the boys runs in with a speaker, my favorite Italian song playing on it.This will be fun.

I prowl towards Rodriguez, grabbing his jaw. “You should know by now that death is a mercy. Only my brother can afford that mercy. As for me, I’ll give you a fate worse than death.”

Clenching my fist and positioning one of my golden signet rings against his mouth, I stall, wanting to feel the terror rolling off him before I begin his torture.

Rodriguez is visibly shivering, his eyes welling with tears. He’s a tough one because he doesn’t beg, which makes torturing him even more interesting.

When I pull back and hit his front teeth with my signet ring, he groans with pain, the sound muffled by his clenched jaw. Blood fills his mouth, dripping onto the white shirt he is wearing.

I have questions to ask him, but I can only get the answers I need after I’ve made him crumble.

I hit his front teeth with my gold ring again and again until they shatter, blood splattering on my gloved hands.

Rodriguez whimpers, swallowing his own blood, defiance draining from his eyes with each punch.

Antonio hands me a towel to wipe my gloved hands. “I’ll give you a chance for a quick death, Rodriguez. Just one.” Pulling back my seat, I sit on it. “What is Victor planning?”

“He-he-Go fuck yourself, Marcus.”

I grin. “Proudly.” I nod to my men, two of them step forward. I don’t pay much attention to how they beat Rodriguez, but I can hear his screams and by the time they’re done, he is a whole different person.

He is covered in blood, his eyes swollen from all the kicks and punches. He looks nothing like the handsome ADA I met when I walked in here minutes ago. “Still won’t speak?”

He is panting, groaning in pain but manages a few words. “Jane. He is after her.”

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