DESIRED (BWWM)

Satan Or Elijah?

Elijah's pov

"Who the fuck do you work for?!"
I yell as I hold his throat in my hands, squeezing until he turns purple. His fat face looks like an oversized grape and I burst into a fit of laughter.

"You're going to die either way Harvey so why don't you just tell me and I promise I'll make it quick," I let go of his throat and watch as he struggles to regain his Breath.

I shake my head at the idiot. He was caught stealing my ammunition and selling it to the German mafia. The fucking German mafia who the watchdogs are currently at war with.

"Rispondetemi!" I shout and he clenches his jaw an stares at the floor in a show of defiance. A giddy almost happy feeling passes through my body and
I laugh again as I straddle his lap and kiss his cheek.
(Translation: Answer me!)

I love it when they don't talk.

"Harvey, Harvey, Harvey,"  I say slowly tapping my gun on his forehead at every call of his name. "What can daddy do to make you sing huh?" I asks and he swallows his saliva.

"Ricky?"
"Boss man?" Ricky answers and I turn towards him with a smile on my face. "Bring me my pliers will you? Harvey here seems to be in the need for a dentist appointment,"

When I have the familiar red pliers in my hands a wicked smile forms on my face. Harvey begins trashing on his chair and I grip his neck again.
"Now, now, Harvey. I'm going to need you to stay very still, you don't want me to make a mess now do you?" I ask and he swears at me.

I grip his hair with one hand and force his mouth open with the other. "There you go!" I shout excitedly when his teeth comes into view. I put the pliers on one of his canines before tugging, he screams bloody murder and my smile grows wider the louder he screams.

"Ah hah!" I shout triumphantly when the teeth comes out. Harvey starts choking on his blood and I role my eyes. "Don't be a pussy Harvey, I haven't even started yet," I say before forcing his mouth back open and repeating the process.

Eight teeth and one toe later, Harvey starts singing like a fucking canary.

"V-vlad!" he yells, getting blood all over my shirt.
"Fucking hell!" I scream jumping off his lap. "You got your blood all over my favorite shirt you witless shit," I grumble, looking down at my ruined shirt.

My mom got me this shirt.

"Who the hell is Vlad?" I asks just as Titanic walks through the door eating a burrito, he swallows a bite before answering me. How he could eat when Harvey is practically bleeding out is besides me.

"German," he answers simply. A frown forms on his face as he bends down and picks up Harvey's discarded toe. "Really?" He asks and I shrug my shoulders. He shakes his head and throws the toe over his shoulder.

"Crazy ass," he mumbles and I shrug my shoulders again. "I prefer the word psychopath," I say and he rolls his eyes before taking another bite outskirts of his burrito. I smile at him before turning back to the problem at hand.

"How long have you been working for the fucking Germans," I say shooting him on his knee because I'm angry, he lets out a blood curdling scream and squirms on the chair he's tied up on before bursting into tears.

"Are you crying? Holy shit," I say laughing slightly. "Nick what do I do?" I ask my friend who simply takes out his gun and shoots Harvey in the middle of his head.
"There problem solved," he says finishing his burrito.

I role my eyes and turn towards Ricky.
"Find this Vlad person and bring him to me," I order in a bored tone, putting my gun in my pocket.
" I don't care what you have to do. And please make sure he's alive," I emphasise walking out the room and heading to my car.