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Chapter 30

NEXT DAY

Raphael's pov

I was in my office, staring at her friend who was sitting relaxed in the chair in front of me, a little too relaxed for my liking.

He wasn't looking afraid of me after I tortured him in the basement. During his torture, he never asked me to stop, on the contrary, he even provoked me to break more fingers.

Now, he looked like he didn't care if I killed him on spot. This man acted like he was used to live in danger all the time. He acted like violence and pain were part of his life. He acted like he belonged to the Mafia.

"Who are you?" I asked him blankly, breaking this ridiculous silence between us. Sighing, he looked at me disappointed. "I expected the first question to be if my hand was fine," he claimed, gesturing to his hand, which was in a cast, wiggling it before his face.

"Who are you?" I asked him again through clenched teeth. "Thanks, I'm fine, my hand is getting better too after you broke my five fingers," he said with a smile.

Slamming my hands on the desk, I got up from my chair, glaring at him pissed off, "Stop your fucking games with me, don't test my temper or..."

"Or what? What's next on your sadistic torture to-do-list? Cut my cock? Or my tongue?" he asked, putting his feet on my damn desk.

Tired of his disrespectful behavior, I approached him before grabbing the hem of his shirt, slamming him onto the desk where his feet were seconds ago.

"That's my last warning to you," I gritted out, hardly holding back not to punch his smiley face, "don't test my patience, or I will destroy you."

"How you destroyed, Lina?" he hissed. "She is none of your business!" I shot back, resulting in him laughing like a madman.

"Wait a minute, you're wrong at this point! She is my business! She is just my business, like your brother was your business!" he claimed, narrowing his eyes at me, cocking his head, "I was right, wasn't I? Of course I was right! After all, my dick is still in place! I told you she can't hurt a fly!"

"Shut up!" I angrily ordered him, pushing him more to the desk. "Why? Do you feel stupid after finding out you got the wrong person all the time? After all, you seemed so sure about your traces," he choked as I started to choke him, wanting him to shut up.

"The only reason I don't kill you is her!" I hissed at him, letting go of him. I've already done her injustice, I didn't want to hurt her anymore by killing her pathetic friend.

He fell off the desk before coughing and took a deep breath to fill his lunges with oxygen. "She's the reason you don't kill me? Now she's precious to you or what?" he asked, staring daggers at me.

But you know what? It's too fucking late to regret! Did you see her eyes? Because I saw them in the basement! They were hollow! They were looking sad! The sparkle in those eyes I was used to see are gone! You she fucking broke her! She wasn't even as sad when she ... nevermind."

"What? When was she what?" I asked as he hadn't finished his sentence. He smiled bitterly, shaking his head, muttering, "Nothing."

"See! That's what I'm talking about! There's something! You and her are hiding something! But you both are rather keeping silent than tell me what the fuck you're hiding from me!" I claimed.

"Or you're just exaggerating as we're two normal, boring, citizens with a bad luck as we had to cross paths with a dip shit like you," he shrugged.

"Two boring citizens my ass! Why the fuck can you both speak Russian, huh? One of you grew up in the UK and the other one in Spain, you both weren't in a school where they teach Russian either," I huffed.