After examining all the tools on the table, he grinned and picked a thumbscrew. He flashed Damien a knowing look and approached him.
Even though he remained completely still and unfazed, Don could still see the fear flashing back and forth behind his eyes. The thrill it gave him to see it.
He placed Damien's hand in between the sharp metal teeth of the thumbscrew and tightened it firmly, not allowing it to cause Damien much more pain than intended to... yet.
He had already been told that this guy had been among those who attacked his villa and his shipping company. He felt as if he had seen him before, but couldn't recall where.
With a skeptical look, "You'd do yourself a huge favor by answering me honestly. Who are you working for?" his thick voice was laced with coldness. Icy, spine-chilling coldness that was already making Damien tensed, intimidated, and slightly scared.
"I'm an impatient man, Damien. When I ask for something, I want it the instant I ask for it. Wasting my time would only make me angrier and cause me to do terrible things to you" his voice dropped and so did every sound in the room.
The dark aura emitting from him and his voice was enough to keep everyone dead silent as if they were scared of incurring his merciless wrath if they dared to as much as a sneeze.
His searing angry eyes pierced Damien's own as sharp as an eight-inched sword would and without even noticing, beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, his heart was beating as fast as a rocket and as loud as a drum, and his hands were shaking while in the thumbscrew.
"Not willing to talk? Fine then. We'll do this the hard way" a devilish grin formed on his thin lips as he walked up to Damien. He went pale with fear but was still not willing to talk.
He watched Don with terrified eyes as his huge hands wrapped around the screw of the thumbscrew. In a split second, he tightened the thumbscrew, causing Damien to release an ear deafening cry in pain.
A wicked smile was plastered on Don's face as scenes like this brought him joy.
Damien's hands were crushed tightly between the metal bars, and little streaks of blood were dropping onto the ground from the tiny spikes that had pierced his fingers.
He was shaking hysterically in the chair, trying to free himself, but it was all in vain.
He was already pleading and begging for Don to let him go, but only a heavy humorless laughter left his mouth.
Yes. He didn't feel an iota of remorse for this bastard who had disrupted his business and even attempted to hurt his family.
This was what people who dared to mess with him got as a reward. Even if Damien had learned his lesson, it was already too late. Don had already decided to kill him.
But what would he gain if he just gave this man a swift and simple death after everything he had done? He would even lose the information he needed from him to catch his boss and also make him pay for the crimes he had committed against him.
That was why, he had decided to give him a horrible, unthinkable, slow, and painful death.
It was going to be fun while it lasted!
He tightened the screw again and sent Damien into a frenzied screaming session. But not even that could make Don stop. He was enjoying every scream, every blood, and every slight sound of bones cracking.
"Please... Please... I beg you... Please just stop! I'll tell you who sent me just please release the screw!" he pleaded.
Damien released the screw a little bit, but still left it crushing his finger bones. He stood in front of him and dragged him by the hair up to meet his wicked gaze.
He looked pathetic and helpless like that. Panting and gasping for air, after being released from that excruciating pain, tied firmly to the chair under the mercy of the ruthless man standing in front of him. He had no other choice but to succumb to him.
"I'm giving you a final chance" Don warned. "Who sent you to attack me?"
"Kostlov" he whispered audibly between heavy breaths enough for him to hear him. Don's eyebrows folded together.
Did he hear him right?
He glanced at Andrew with a 'did you also hear that' look. Andrew's expression said it all. He also heard it.
"Kostlov? As in Boris Kostlov?" "No. Natasha Kostlov! His daughter"
He felt something twist inside him. Rage of course.
Natasha was the daughter of the Russian mafia leader. And just like Anaya, she was also a weapon to the Russian mafia.
With long flowing blondé hair, sultry grey eyes, a sexy thin figure, and sugar-coated lips that hook whoever was lucky to get a taste of them, Natasha Kostlov was the perfect seductress to get her father's job done.
She had any man she wanted at her feet begging to let them just sit beside her and fantasize about her beauty. That was why it had been like a knife in the guts when she realized that Don was just using her and never really liked her.
He released a sigh and raked his hands through his hair. He wasn't willing to see her ever again. She was annoying as fuck to him and he had thought he was finally rid of her. Why was she coming back?
"Where is Natasha now?" he bellowed. "It's of no use trying to find out. You're already doomed" Damien replied in a bored tone, but was corrected with a heavy punch to the cheekbone.
He hissed in pain as the red mark on his face still stung.
"What did I say about not answering my questions immediately?" The men guarding the room were becoming as scared as the man on the chair. The power in his voice was too much for them to handle.
"Speak now before I decide to cut off your tongue! What is Natasha's plan?" he yelled.
"She plans to team up with the French mafia to destroy your mafia kingdom bit by bit, tearing it up slowly until it's on its last legs, and then she attacks your weak spots. She'll deal with everyone you care about and make sure you're too exhausted from dealing with all you'll go through to even fight her. Then she'll take over everything else that is left of you, leaving you no other choice but to come crawling back to her in forgiveness and beg her to take you back"
He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
That bitch was too delusional for him to fight. He didn't like the idea of wasting time, effort, and resources to deal with her when he knew she would never change.
"Oh! I forgot to say that she knows about your 'new' lover" he teased and flashed a set of bloody red teeth.
He tightened the screw even tighter than the last time unhesitantly and watched without emotion as he yelled once more.
"Wife, not a lover. And you will call that title with respect, understand?"
"Yes, yes, yes! I understand. I won't address her roughly again" he cried. He released the screw an inch back.
He glanced at his watch and found that it was already some minutes after three in the afternoon.
He hadn't even received a single call from Anaya to let him know that she was okay.
Why was that bothering him though?
He cast one final look at Damien and then with a sigh walked towards Andrew.
"I'm leaving. Torture him until he dies. Use only the most painful methods. Whatever information you get from him again, let me know. I'm already annoyed from hearing that girl's name" he smoothed his brows.
"She is very annoying" Andrew replied as they walked out of the warehouse.
"Yeah. We better deal with her as soon as possible... Once her guy is dead, put him in a bag with my initials written on a note, and send him to Natasha as a gift. Time to shatter those beautiful delusions of hers into pieces once and for all"