Miguel Greco, also known as Strike. That's the name he is popularly called because he prefers to use knives instead of guns, and he never misses a target when he strikes.
He stood by the door listening as his father spoke to Gemma. She spoke with so much courage for someone who was in her enemy's territory. Even if he could sense the fear in her voice, he still had to give it to her for putting up a strong front.
For months his family has been planning on how to attack the Russo Cartel and get back what has always been theirs.
In order to become the underboss, his father had given him the task of taking back what they've always wanted from the Russo cartel.
Miguel decided to go for their precious jewel, Russo's daughter; Gemma. Because what better way to get him to meet with their demands than to abduct his lovely daughter?
Now that he has kidnapped her and was on to part to achieving his aim, he now has his father's approval, but he wasn't. Instead he felt hollow, it was as if something was missing.
The door to the basement opened and his father walked out smiling. He clasped Miguel's shoulders with both hands.
Being 6.1' Miguel was taller than his father. So his father had to look up to talk to him as he spoke.
"You have done well son, now you have proven to me that you are fit to become the underboss," His father said smiling.
Miguel gave his father a curt nod, his face was devoid of emotion.
"Now, we are going to send a message to the Russos making our demand known to them. But first, we will let them sweat a little."
His father gently slapped his arm. "Well done son, it's time to celebrate."
Miguel didn't move from his spot as his father and his guards went upstairs into the main house to celebrate. He should go with them, but he didn't feel like celebrating.
***
Gemma could hear the voices coming from outside the door of the basement, and she could also hear what they were talking about.
She could only hear the voice of the man who just left, whom she presumed to be the boss, whoever he was speaking to was either dumb or he just didn't talk much. She assumed it was Sebastian.
The basement door whined open and Miguel walked in. Looking so relaxed.
"You! you bastard!" Gemma screamed at him as he strolled leisurely towards her like he had no care in the world, his hazel eyes fixed on her. She struggled to get off the rope you used in tying her hands.
"Hello to you too."
Gemma felt so angry and foolish at the same time, how could she have been so stupid?
He had been out to get her and she played right into his hands, making it so easy for him.
She made it so easy for her father's enemies to get them.
"I'm sorry Dad," she said in her head wishing her father could hear her.
Never show your enemy your weakness, her father always said to her. Not wanting Miguel to see her fear, she sneered at him, when in the actual sense she felt like crying.
"Good to see you too, uh... Sorry, you would have to remind me your name, seeing you lied about it the last time." Gemma said her voice dripping with sarcasm.
A lopsided grin formed on Miguel's lips, "coming from someone who also lied about her name."
Gemma tried to shrug with her hands still tied. "Maybe I figured that you weren't worth knowing my real name."
"I see..." Miguel said with a drawl.
"What do you want? Did you not get enough the last time? I would have loved to entertain you," Gemma looked at her hands, "but my hands are tied, literally. So you will have to go dip your tiny winy elsewhere."
Miguel didn't seem affected by her words. "You didn't think it was a tiny winny when you were begging for more of it, and getting multiple orgasms from it only a few hours ago."
Gemma threw her head back laughing for it was all she could do.
"Oh please, don't flatter yourself, whatever you thought I felt, was faked."
Miguel scoffed, "fake? I know when a woman is faking it, and you weren't f..."
"Then you obviously know nothing." Gemma faked a yawn. "What do you want from me? I'm quite sure you didn't come here to discuss your lack of bedroom skills."
If Gemma's words got to Miguel, he didn't show it. He just stood watching her, his smile unwavering.
He came closer to her and leaned down, his lips only inches away from hers, reminding Gemma of how she couldn't get enough of those lips, and what they had done to her body last night. She quickly pushed the thought aside.
"Tiny winny huh?" Miguel asked, his lips now close to her ear, his minty breath and Cologne filling her nostrils and messing with her senses.
"Yet, it's the tiny winny that made you scream last night, I'm wondering what your father would think of his precious daughter when he finds she was kidnapped by the same man who fucked senseless."
Gemma sucked in a breath, trying to stop herself from crying.
She reached for Miguel's ear with her mouth, but he was quick enough to move his face away and her teeth ended up grazing a tiny part of his earlobe.
"Already hungry, I see," Miguel said laughing.
"You are going to be here for a while so I suggest that you make yourself comfortable"
Miguel turned around and started walking away.
"Is that your M.O? Luring women into your bed before kidnapping them? You are a coward, you know?" Gemma asked. She didn't know why she did. It's not as if his reply would make any difference.
Miguel didn't answer her as he walked out of the basement.
Gemma finally allowed the tears that she had been holding to fall.