*Slight Mature Content* (Torture)

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Rome's POV -

As I watched the angel close the door to her house, satisfaction only swept through me knowing she was now safe.

She was a special one, that much was obvious. With beautiful brown curls, flawless tan skin, and big, innocent doe eyes that could make me drown.

I wanted to drown.

But now I had a new job at hand.

My eyes turned dark as I pulled out of Arya's neighborhood and brought my phone to my ear.

It rang a few times and I felt the feeling of impatience and anger getting stronger.

"Capo." The receiver said.

(Boss.)

"Immagino che tu abbia catturato il bastardo?" I gritted out.

(I'm going to assume you caught the bastard?)

"Sì, lo riportiamo in cella."

(Yes, we are taking him back to the cells.)

"Bene, sarò lì presto. È mio da uccidere."

(Good, I will be there soon. He's mine to kill.)

With that I ended the call, tucking it back into my pocket.

I sped up slightly, my hands were itching to kill the fucker. He was on the run for way too long.

I didn't even think of looking in the fucking bathroom. I'm such an idiot.

But luckily my girl was there to save the day.

My phone rang again and I picked it up, still annoyed.

"Che cosa?"

(What?)

"Is that the correct way to greet your best friend?" James said on the other line, and I sighed.

"What do you want, James? I'm on my way back to the cells."

"Oh! Finally caught the fucker, yeah?"

"About damn time too."

"Who caught him? Who pummeled him to the ground?" He asked.

I slightly hesitated, coming up with a quick lie.

"Not sure, I got there afterwards."

There was a slight pause.

"Are you going to kill him?"

I scoffed at his idiotic question.

"Of course I'm going to kill him, chi pensi che io sia?"

(Who do you think I am?)

"Torture him good first boss, see you soon." And he hangs up.

He fucking hung up on me.

The bastard.

Seeing the familiar building in view, I smirked to myself about what was to come.

Dan Vinton is going to wish he never fucking messed with me.

Pulling up into my garage, I parked my car and swiftly got out, noticing the guards near the elevator.

"Capo." They greeted as I walked passed and pressed the button to go down.

Our cellar was downstairs where we keep all the fucking trash. Where Dan Vinton was going to be murdered in.

Once the elevator opened, I walked out to the direction of the cells.

Walking to the cell holding the bastard, I glanced inside to see one of my men, Elijah, inside already torturing him.

Opening the cell, Elijah turned to me with an evil smile, one to which I smirked at.

He had plyers in his hand, and I looked at Dan to see a few of his fingers cut off and on the ground.

I chuckled lightly, "Hai già iniziato?"

(Already getting started?)

"Chiedo scusa capo, non ho resistito perché sembrava così torturabile."

(I apologize boss, I couldn't resist since he looked so torturable)

I waved my hand dismissively, "Va tutto bene, al resto mi occupo io. Vai a parlare con James dei nuovi contatti."

(All is well, let me take care of the rest. Go talk to James about the new leads)

Elijah nodded and turned to leave, closing the door behind him. I looked down at Dan with disgust.

He was tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth, pathetic.

I took off his gag and laughed, "Look at you now, after only a few days of running was all it took for us to find you."

"Fuck you!" He spat, spitting at the ground.

I rolled my eyes, "Here's how this will go. You're going to tell me why the hell you stole 2 million from me, or I'll force you."

Dan Vinton had been one of my men for a while, I was actually starting to think he was trustable.

But then he stabbed us in the fucking back, stealing 2 million and fleeing like a pathetic bitch. Only to be caught easily.

As I stared down at him hard, he didn't utter a single word. Oh well, it just makes me job more fun.

"Oh come on Dan, you know this won't turn out well for you."

Before he could answer, I gagged him back up and went to the table that had multiple items across it.

"What should I use first? The hammer to break your knees? A saw to cut off your toes? Or a needle to pluck out your eyes? You can choose."

He struggled against the gag, saying something but it was muffled.

"What was that? I can't hear you. I guess I'll choose for you then."

I scanned the 3 items I had described and decided on the hammer.

"Perfect, your kneecaps will be the first to go."

I tauntingly played with it in my hand as he squirmed like a weakling in the chair.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt too much. I'm sure you can take a little pain."

I aimed the hammer towards his knee and he screamed through the gag as I lifted it. I raised a brow.

"I haven't even touched you Vinton, what are you yelling about?"

Before he could muffle anything, I brought the hammer down and smashed it against his knee. A satisfying crack reaching my ears.

He screamed through the gag in pain, fuck he was a loud motherfucker.

Rolling my eyes, I aimed for his other knee and brought it down, hearing another crack.

Both of his knees were now broken as tears flowed freely down his pale cheeks. Pulling down his gag, I listened to his sobbing and yelling.

"P-Please! No stop!"

"It was only your knees, nothing compared to what I can really do. Now," I grabbed his face with my hand, tightening my grip painfully making him wince and sniffle.

"Where the fuck is my 2 million?"

His whole body shook, but he still refused to answer.

I raised my brow, deciding to wait one more second for him to confess, but got nothing.

"Seriously? You know you're not going anywhere, why make this worse for yourself?" I scoffed, putting the gag back on him.

I grabbed a sharp knife from the table and cut open his shirt as he yelled through the gag in protest.

"I guess I'll paint a little picture, I've always liked to make art through skin."

I spent the rest of my day torturing the pathetic fuck, only to have him confess that it had been hidden at his house all along.

Then I continued to pry for answers my way on exactly where, finding the location in the end.

He ended up with a bullet in his skull as I got my men to clean up the mess.

As I headed up to my room to get cleaned up, I saw James coming straight towards me, making me sigh.

"Did you find your money?" He asked once he reached me, eyeing the red spots showing through my suit.

"Yes, it was inside his house hidden in his room. Send someone over to get it for me."

James rolled his eyes, and nodded.

"I always knew he was pathetic, he never did anything right anyways. Such a stupid idea to try and steal from you."

I chuckled, "True, but It's more fun for me. More victims to kill."

We talked a bit more before parting ways, and I headed straight for the shower.

As I got under the water, I sighed heavily as I watched red liquid flow down the drain.

My mind flashed back to a certain small girl, a delicate little thing. I wanted her all to myself. Why was I being so possessive over someone I met today?

Is it her innocence? Or just her mere presence?

I was frozen when she first turned towards me at the café, those beautiful brown eyes catching my attention immediately.

I knew from that moment that I wanted to protect her, to cherish her. But what I didn't understand was how I could feel all of that in a matter of minutes.

I've never felt like that before, and I felt like a fucking weak man for it.

I didn't know what the right thing was to do. Do I stay away from her? Never go back to that café again?

Or do I take a chance and get to know her, knowing if I get attached she'll eventually know about the mafia world.

But I fear that It's too late to try and forget about her.

Because the moment I stared at her, I was fucking addicted.