Even in Death not to Part [18+]

Chapter 31 - The Warehouse

My head fucking kills!! My ears are ringing. I can feel myself slowly gaining consciousness, its fucking bright.

I move my body but my hands and legs are bound, i'm sitting upright in a chair.

"Wakey wakey you little bitch"

My blood runs cold, I know that voice I don't need to open my eyes, that's Lorenzo's father Riccardo!

He fat fingers grab onto my jaw forcing my head up, I try to open my eyes but my eyes are struggling to adjust to the light

"LOOK AT ME" he screams in my face, his breath is vile it smells like alcohol

I slowly open my eyes and look at him, he makes me feel sick.

"You stupid fucking bitch! You think you can come along and try and TAKE WHAT'S FUCKING MINE!!!" I feel his spit hit my face as he speaks but I don't react

He forcefully lets go of my jaw and turns away from me. I move it from side to side. He held it so tightly I tried to loosen it to dull the ache.

I look down. I can see I'm bound by my wrist and ankles with rope to an old wooden chair. I wriggle to see how tight they are, I've had tighter in training. I try to keep myself calm as this gives me a glimmer of hope. Fucking men always underestimate the power of a woman especially one in the Mafia. I wiggle side to side the chair is old and unstable...this won't be hard to break.

I look around the room and see I am in some kind of old warehouse building, it smells damp and it's cold. I glance around and there is a wall of windows behind me but I can't see what's outside just that it seems like it is getting dark, there is warm orange like light coming in through the glass.

There are two rows of old monitors to the right in front of me, 10 in total. A guard is sitting at a desk in front of them, watching. The picture on the screens isn't very clear but it's CCTV of the inside and outside of the building. I see guards are armed walking the corridors.

To the side of me not too far away I see a metal small surgical trolley, adorned with all manner of things like scalpels, knives, a small handheld electric circular saw, pliers, a gun and other tools. It is commonly know as the torture trolley.

I can see two metal doors in front of me, there is no glass for me to be able to see through to the other side. I glance back to the CCTV screens and see two armed guards standing next to a metal door like this one. I assume it's the same door.

My eyes finally bring themselves back to Riccardo.

"Now that you are awake lets have a little chat" his voice is slimy! It makes my skin crawl, he grabs a collapsible metal chair that was resting against the wall and opens it up in front of me, taking a seat.

"So what was your plan? To take my empire for your own? Or was it for your fucking father? Or my own fucking ungreatful, weak and pathetic Son?"

I feel my jaw tightened at the mention of Lorenzo and it does not go unnoticed by Riccardo.

"Ahh my Fucking Son!! He dares to try to take what is MINE?!? Maybe I should take what he thinks is his" he says with venom glaring at me.

His hand grabs my thighs, he gropes at them and rubs his hands back and forth against them. He leans closely into me staring at my chest as I breathe in and out. He gets close to my neck and takes sniffs deeply, he groans with arousal. It makes me feel sick. He brings his face right in front of mine.

"I want to know what it is that has made my be Son so FUCKING stupid. Is it the way you taste? I bet your cunt tastes so sweet" he licks his lips

I can't hold in my disgust and anger any longer. I pull my head back and slam it into his, headbutting him. His head recoils back from the force.