Chapter 7 - Rare

"What?" My father gasped, looking very surprised. "We've been harboring a traitor in our empire all this while?"

"How did he even start working here?" I questioned, scrunching up my face.

"Capo Rowdy has the best answer to that question." He simply stated, sitting down on the chair. "Did he say who sent him to kill you?"

"Nope. The idiot is trying to stay loyal to the bastard that sent him. But don't worry, I'm going to get him to talk soon."

My father nodded his head in agreement. "I trust you to be able to do that, dear. But don't mistakenly kill him until we get answers."

"And why would I mistakenly kill him? I don't get it. What are you saying?" I raised a questioning brow.

He slightly shrugged his shoulders, pouring himself a glass of brandy. "We all know how hot-tempered and brutal you are, Amor (Love). Not everyone can survive your tortures."

"In other words?"

"Take it easy on him."

Of course, I knew those will be his next words.

I rolled my eyes, pushing myself off the wall I have been leaning on. "Sure, I will be easy on him. But trust me, I will give him a painful death after I get answers to my questions."

"As you so pleases, my princess." He smirked, taking a sip of brandy.

I nodded my head, firmly and dashed out of the office.

••••

The torture chamber is my favorite place in the whole area of the house. Why? Because it is where I get to be in control of people's pain and agony. It is where I get to be in control of their miserable lives!

The giant gate door opened and I strode inside, tucking my hands inside my pants pocket, moving my gaze to Capo Archer whose head fell low as soon as he caught sight of me.

I simply nodded at him, acknowledging his greetings before looking at the traitor whose death was right around the corner.

He was tied up on a chair - His hands bonded with a hard rope backward and his legs were fastened to the chair. His black hair fell to his face and his breathing was weak.

I haven't even started torturing him and he was already looking so dead. No wonder Dad asked me to be gentle with him. The idiot was a weakling and should be treated as one.

Argh. How much I hate torturing cowards like this. Or maybe I should just give the job to Capo Archer while I sit back and watch the whole event. I think that's preferable so that I don't 'mistakenly' kill the idiot of a traitor.

"Do your job," I said, sitting down on the chair not far from the prisoner. "Do a job good enough to make him start talking. But be careful not to kill him. Until we get answers, his death is still pending."

"Yes, Miss." Archer slightly bowed his head and stepped forward, picking up a knife from the table, and then approached Luke or whatever his name is. "Let's play."

••••

🔥HARRY🔥

Hugo and Hudson stormed inside my room without bothering to knock. Not like I care. We have something rather important to be worried about.

The assassinator whose name I don't even know was kneeling on the floor, her head lowered.

She is sticking to being loyal to whoever sent her to kill me and hasn't let a single word out. Not even her real name. But don't worry, she won't be quiet for too long.

I texted my best friends to come over here so they could see the current situation at hand.

Hudson narrowed his eyes at the girl.

"Wait, you look familiar." He stated. "Have we met before?"

She didn't say anything or react to his question.

What a tough lady, I must say.

"Isn't she the girl you met a week ago and then brought her over here to f**k?" Hugo questioned, facing me.

I leaned back to the table and shrugged my shoulders, mumbling a 'Maybe' under my breath.

The twins heard me loud and clear.

They shook their heads as if disappointed in me. What truly gave these boys the nerve to speak to me like this?

"How do you think she is the assassinator that sent the knife?" Hudson asked me.

"When I accused her, she didn't deny it and," I paused. "she lied to me about her identity."

"Hmm. And thinking back to the night we met her," Hugo began. "she was actually the one who approached you and convinced you to bring her to your house and f**k her."

"Thank God you have a retentive memory. You see, I shouldn't be blamed." I rolled my eyes at Hudson who was giving me the 'this is your fault' look.

"Why shouldn't you be blamed?" He retorted. "You brought her here in the first place, remember?"

"I wanted a good f**k. She offered. What do you expect me to do? Reject it?" I scoffed.

"You won't die if you don't stick your junior man in a damn hole!"

"I love p*ssy. Everyone knows that fact about me. And guess what? I am not ashamed of it."

"Well, I am ashamed of it for you. You said you shouldn't be blamed but listen carefully, if you'd turned down her offer, she wouldn't have known the location of this place!"

"Are you dumb?" I was gradually losing my patience. Hudson is beginning to cross the line and I am not liking it. "What makes you think she doesn't already know her way around to the residence before approaching me in the club that night? Huh?"

"Okay, both of you should calm down." Hugo cut in. "Now is not the time to pass blame on each other or argue. We need to take care of this mess first." He gestured at the b*tch who has been staring between Hudson and me as we argued.

"Can I say something?" She muttered.

We all glared at her.

"What?" Hugo snarled.

She hesitated before clearing up her throat and stated, "Without wasting much of your time, just kill me."

Hudson marched towards her and hit the back of her neck and she lost consciousness immediately.

"Wait, did you really kill her?" Hugo asked, his eyes wide open as he looked between his brother and the unconscious b*tch.

"Of course not." Hudson huffed, shoving his hands inside his pants pocket. "I only made her unconscious. Listening to her annoying voice, made me pissed off."

Hugo released a deep breath of relief.

"I thought as much."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Why would I kill her simply because she asked?" Hudson rolled his eyes as he picked the girl up from the tiled floor and plopped her on his right shoulder. "I will take her to the torture chamber."

"I will be right there with you," Hugo said.

"Sure."

Hudson didn't spare me a glance and stepped out of my bedroom.

After a few seconds, Hugo turned to look at me with a single brow raised.

"The both of you aren't keeping malice, right?"

"Why are you asking me that question?" I snapped.

"Yo. Will ya calm the f**k down? Anyway, I've always known both of you to be cat and dog. This is one of the days when you both argue unnecessarily and settle afterward." He smirked.

I didn't say anything.

"Prodolzhayte delat' to, chto vy delali. My budem zhdat' vas v kamere pytok." (Continue with whatever you were doing. We will be waiting for you in the torture chamber). He told me.

"Yeah." I nodded my head and watched him leave my room.

Maybe I was wrong to have brought a f**k girl to the residence. I was careless and I'd put the empire at risk but that doesn't give Hudson the liberty to speak to me in that manner.

If my Father hears about this, Hudson will most definitely be punished for it.

He really crossed the line.

I ruffled my hair and went back to the bathroom to proceed with my damn shower.

I need to think of many ways to break that b*tch until she spills out the whole truth of what she knows and who sent her to kill me.

••••

He was tough and more loyal than I had imagined.

That's all I can say.

Capo Archer has been torturing this traitor for over an hour and yet he was reluctant to speak.

He kept insisting that he was the masterminder of everything and nobody sent him to kill me.

I know most people would have simply believed him and asked for his reasons for attempting to kill them but trust me, I am not stupid. I know when someone is lying or telling the truth.

And right now, he was telling a very big lie.

Luke is only a pawn who tried to get a job done for somebody. He can't tell me otherwise.

"Start talking, you animal!" Capo Archer yelled, strangling him with a thick long rope.

Luke coughed loudly, struggling to pull himself away from the rope restraining his oxygen.

"Stop." I commanded, intervening before Archer 'mistakenly' kills the idiot.

Archer immediately loosened the rope around the bastard's neck and took a step back from him.

"Yes, Miss." He bowed.

I rose to my feet and dusted off imaginary dirt from my trousers. I think it is high time I step in and get this job over and done with.

I honestly didn't want to torture this guy by myself but since he asked for it, I don't see why I should deny him the privilege.

I took gentle steps towards him, stuffing my hands inside the pocket of the leather jacket I was wearing, and tilted my head to the side as soon as I stood in front of him.

"You are not going to start talking?" I questioned.

He looked up at me with his one eye, breathing heavily. His face and body were covered with blood and sweat.

"Just... Kill... Me." He stuttered.

"Be careful of what you wish for." I told him, grabbing a nail and hammer from the table full of torturing weapons.

"Please kill me..." He started pleading as fear took the better part of him when he saw the hammer and nail I was holding.

"I will kill you if you play the game I am about to propose to you correctly." I smirked. "I am going to give you a second chance to say the truth, Luke."

He swallowed nothing, looking at me very closely and studying my every move.

"Are you curious to know what the game entails?" He didn't say anything. "Answer me."

"Ye... Yes, Miss." He bobbed his head up and down but hissed at the pain that shot up around his bruised neck. A good job was done by Archer.

"Good." I sighed, twirling the nail around my fingers while I clutched the hammer in my other hand. "So this is the rule of the game," I cleared my throat. "I will ask you only one question and if you say the truth," I nodded my head at the gun lying on the table among other weapons. "I will give you a quick death by shooting you in the forehead. But if you lie to me..." The smirk on my face disappeared and I glared very hard at him. "You will see why they call me the queen of brutality."

He gulped audibly and began to tremble in fear.

"Just cooperate and you won't go through the hassle." I proposed. "Are you ready to play the game?"

He shook his head, crying uncontrollably. "I beg you to kill me. Please."

"Then say the truth. Who sent you to kill me?" I asked.

"No...nobody." I answered.

This is something I get to notice about dumb people. They don't listen to instructions or rules. Didn't I just tell him to be honest with me and get a quick death as a reward? Well, he wants it the hard way, I see.

I nodded my head at Archer standing behind the bastard.

He quickly untied the rope bonding Luke's hands together and forcefully placed Luke's hands on the table.

"Wha...what are you doing?" Luke asked in a frightened voice.

I ignored him as I put the nail on top of the back of his right hand and in a swift motion I hammered the nail into his hand and the table as well. His right hand is literally stuck on the table because of the nail I just hammered in.

Luke screamed in agony, his eyes bulging out of its socket.

"Who sent you to kill me?" I asked again.

He cried bitterly, leaving my question hanging in the air.

I gave Archer the go-ahead to put the other hand of the bastard on the table and he did it without hesitating for a moment.

"No, no, no, please..." Luke begged.

But too bad, my devil is already out to play.

I hammered another nail into his other hand, sticking it on the table and his agonizing scream filled the four-cornered room.

"WHO SENT YOU!?" I yelled this time around, shooting daggers at him through my eyes.

"I swear I..." His voice trailed off when Archer started unbuttoning his trousers. "What...what are you doing? Are you...are you..."

Archer brought out his d**k to the open and I grabbed another nail from the table, smirking at the fool who chose the hard way.

"Are you going to say the truth now?" I asked him, offering him a second chance to save his d**k.

"Please...I beg you...I..."

I hammered the nail onto the cap of his d**k.

"Ahhh! F**K!" He screamed at the very top of his voice, writhing on the chair to get away from me but his hands hammered to the table and his legs fastened to the chair prevented him from doing so.

"If you don't start talking, your left eye will be my next target." It wasn't a threat and he knows that.

"Ki... Kill me, please." He pleaded again.

"You must really love torture." I advanced to his only good eye but he stopped me.

"Wait!" He breathed out. "I will...I will talk."

"I'm all ears." I said. "Who sent you to kill me?"

"The...The Mexico Cartel." He confessed.

I dropped the hammer on the table, collected the gun, and shot the fool right on his forehead.

"Get rid of the body." I said flatly and left the dungeon.

••••

I descended the flight of stairs and approached Hugo and Hudson. They were both standing in front of the bloodied face girl. I could barely recognize her now.

"How is it going?" I asked, standing beside Hugo.

"She is persistent." Hugo answered.

"Hudson and I have tried everything to make her talk but," He shook his head, "It's fruitless."

I stepped forward to the girl and crouched down to her level. "Who sent you?"

She looked at me with her swollen eyes and busted lips.

"Go and f**k yourself."

I gripped her by the hair, standing up at my full height. "I will start talking if I was you."

"I can only tell you one thing," She hissed. "That knife wasn't a warning but it was meant to kill you. I returned here to complete the job."

I smirked. "I love your honesty, baby girl. I wish you can remain honest like this and tell me everything."

"Kill me already!" She yelled.

I snatched a screwdriver from the table and thrust it into her forehead, earning a scream from her.

"Who sent you?" I asked again.

"Kill me!" She retorted, not willing to give up yet.

I tore her dress open, putting her b**bs on full display as I collected a small knife and cut off her right n*pple.

"F**k." Hugo cursed under his breath, looking away.

"Oh, God." She yelped, struggling to get away from me. But unfortunately for her, I was far stronger than her.

"Who sent you?" I growled.

"I...I..." Her voice trailed off.

I cut off her other n*pple, earning a louder scream from her. They were like music to my ears.

"Do you want to know where I will be cutting next?" I tailed the knife towards her p*ssy. "There."

"The Mexico Cartel!" She blurted out, breathing heavily.

"The Mexico Cartel?" Hugo and Hudson repeated.

I balled my fist in anger.

....Those f**kers.

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