Mafia princess

Chapter 23: Two faced

This chapter is kinda short, My bad but I'm being overloaded with a bunch of work. :(

But let me know if you would prefer longer chapters???
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Dominico's POV:

I watched her sleep peacefully and content in her bed, her hair swaying over her perfect face so I brushed it passed her ears.

What the hell was happening to me? All I know is that for the time she was avoiding me, no female could satisfy me.

Not that I let them. I didn't, for some reason I couldn't let another girl touch me. I don't want them to anyway.
It's like once I got her touch, no one could match up to what she gave me.

It was driving me crazy to not be able to hear her voice everyday so much so that I would wake up early every morning to just listen to her sing as she made breakfast for everyone.

She never knew I was listening but I came across it so often, it became addictive.

Anger drove over me as I'm reminded of the scar that I had seen on her body. Who the hell would even think to lay their hands on Sienna?

Fuck Dom you're falling hard.

The blood began to boil in my body and there was only one way I could release this anger.
Fuck I've got to go and kill some people.

I walked out of her room, not taking my eyes off the peaceful beauty laying in front of me and I went down to the basement to deal with the situation I had in there.

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"Prosnis' suka" (wake up bitch), I shout whacking him across the face with my gun, instantly breaking his nose. I watched as blood gushed out of it.

Here I was with the bastard that had stabbed Sienna, I had let the boys torture and get information from him first, but it seems like he wasn't talking so it looks like we have to do this the Dominico way.

"Now douchebag, you are going to tell me everything you know or I am going to stick this syringe in you and send 500 volts through your body. Don't worry you will still be alive enough to feel the pain of me cutting each finger off one by one and then decapitating your body parts." I violently warn him.

"I will never tell you anything, I will die for my Mafia." He says his Russian accent coming off strong.

"I can assure you that you won't die, but you will beg me to kill you once you have endured all the pain I have set for you." I laugh.

"Bring it." He tells me.
Oh I sure will.

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An hour later, an hour of watching him beg for me to stop. I probably should have but he deserves every inch of pain that came his way.

The tips of his hair had burnt to crisp. His face was beaten to a pulp, but that was all Adriano's doing and I could tell he didn't hold back.

Christian had knocked each of his teeth out leaving his mouth a bleeding mess.

If he doesn't start talking I'll have to revert to the old Mafia ways, those more gruesome and painful than you can imagine.

"Wait!" He says as I am about to land another right hook on him for good measure.
"They want the whore, dead or alive."

I chuckle before drawing a knife to his throat, "First of all bastard, you look at me when you talk to me, second of all if you call her that one more time I'll make sure your family suffers the same fate as you."