Vincent's POV
"Where is Antonio?" Liam yelled. The prisoner he was speaking to dangled from the ceiling in front of us as I took another sip of whiskey.
"Fuck you!" The fool choked out.
Liam looked at me, and I simply nodded while emptying the rest of the glass down my throat. Standing up, I took the drill from him and held the point to the man's collarbone.
"Look here," I said calmly. "I don't want you to waste words. You have just one chance to speak and the words I want to hear are Antonio's location."
"Go fuck yo—"
Before the fool could get his insult out again, I drilled away, ripping through his skin, muscle, tissue and bone. He screamed like a dying pig and I only took comfort in that. I closed my eyes and took in the hum of the drills. For some reason, they relaxed me. But sadly, it ended all too soon.
"Boss!" Liam called out from behind and I stopped drilling.
Turning around, I glared at him. But there was this look in his eyes, a mixture of fear and shock, thus was a look I've never seen in his eyes. He was still holding a phone to his ear while he glared back at me, wide eyed.
"Well, what?" I yelled, he needed to talk quickly or I was going to shoot him for interrupting me.
"Adriana is here." He finally said.
"Wha—"
I couldn't get the right words as my mind processed what I had just heard. My heart skipped for a split second. What in the seven hells is she doing here?
"Ooooo...your little whore is back?" The prisoner said, spitting all over himself.
I turned around and shoved the machine into his mouth, drilling away. He couldn't scream nor shout, all he just did was glared at me with fear swimming in the tears that now filled his eyes.
The drill point dug out from the back of his head. His eyes rolled up into his skull as life departed from him. I let the drill out and a fair amount of blood followed, splattering on my flawless white shirt.
Dropping the drill, and without a word I walked over to a nearby sink. Unbuckled my wristwatch before letting the lukewarm water wash off the bloody sins from my hands.
To the eyes of my men, I was ruthless and dangerous to cross paths with. I've managed the family businesses with zero emotions ever since the death of my brother. But tonight was different, deep down within me, I was terrified of the woman that was suddenly in my house, the only woman that knew me the most.
Wiping my hands, I turned to Liam. "What number is he?" I asked, walking towards the door.
"He is the fourth we have lost during questioning, sir." Liam answered, opening the door for me.
Frowning, I nodded. "Find me more, I want Antonio's head on a fucking plate before the end of this week." As I walked out, I saw Liam signal for the rest of the men to clean up before following me behind.
Liam was my right hand. First generation Irish, like myself, we looked alot alike. With the same skin tone and dark brown hair. In some ways, that made him closer to me like a sibling. Nonetheless I never wanted him to get too comfortable. No matter how ridiculous or pointless my request may seem, his job was to get an answer or die trying.
Wiping blood from my cheek as I walked down the hallway. My forte wasn't torture, I've always left that part to my third in charge, my sister. She was good at it, and in a sick, fucked up way, she always enjoyed it.
And even though she was my family and blood, I never let her feel like a princess in my kingdom. That's why I had her go out to action, delivering my heroin to the Safety.
"She's here alone, boss." Liam said from behind me, snapping me out of my trance.
I raised my eyebrow, "Alone?" That was very unlikely. She is the daughter of Orlando De luca, the CEO of Hightower Inc. A man whom my family's company has been under his shadow for years. She wouldn't go anywhere without the company of at least ten, except maybe something was wrong.
"Apparently, the men guarding the front gate found her unconscious in a car. She was bleeding and had severe inju—"
I stopped immediately, turning to him. "Why the fuck are you just telling me this?" I yelled, almost at the top of my voice.
"Sir, I thought y—"
"You don't get to think, that's my job, yours is to do whatever the fuck I tell you to. Yes I know she's Orlando's daughter, she might be our enemy, but it's up to me to decide whether she lives or not!"
I was about to lose my cool. So I took in a deep breath before continuing. "I want her treated as soon as possible."
"Yes boss, I have a nurse attending to her already."
I turned to him. "I don't want a fucking nurse, get my personal doctor in there as soon as possible."
Liam glanced at his wristwatch before responding, "sir, it's 3am, maybe w—"
Grabbing him by the neck, I slammed his body against the wall. The impact made a nearby painting fall off from the wall, causing the piece of art to shatter on the floor. Liam groaned with his teeth clenched shut, unable to fight back because if he did, I'd make sure it was his last.
"Get my doctor here A.S.A.P or I'll rip your goddamn eyes off from your skull!" I snarled at him before removing my hands from his neck. While Liam just nodded and left.
Standing in front of the room, that spelled 'EMERGENCY' on the door. I held the door knob and just froze there. My heart started to race inside me, unsure of what I would find at the other side of the door.
It felt like hours before I found the will to walk in, and just as I expected, Adriana was unconscious. She looked so dazed, like she had gone to war and came back, she was slightly different than the last time I saw her. But still, even from where I stood, I could tell she was perfect.
Her once curly black hair was now wavy, her olive skin was flawless despite the bruises she had. The knee-length nightgown she wore was covered in blood, but it hugged each of her tone curves. And, God, her lips demanded to be kissed and my cock demanded I have my way with her right then and there.
I was too carried away, thinking of the things I could do to her that I forgot about the nurse hovering around her. The nurse turned to me, like she just knew that I was standing there.
"Mr Sullivan—"
"Don't waste words," I hissed. "How is she?"
"She's fine for now, but the bulle—"
"Get out." I said in a soft tone. That was all I needed to hear. She was fine. And the nurse hurriedly gathered her things and left.
As the door slammed shut, I walked closer to Adriana. She looked so peaceful. There wasn't a wrinkle or any discomfort on her face. And I felt the urge to run my hands through her hair. Part of me wanted to lay with her. However, I couldn't.
She had left me three years ago without a word. Sometimes I stay up at night wondering what I did wrong. Naturally, we were enemies, the Irish and the Italians. Just like the English and the French, we have been fighting for generations.
But Adriana and I, we understood each other, ever since high-school. And despite the differences between our families, we found love. Genuine love. But it all ended three years ago, when she left me. And I frowned at the thought of it.
I reached out to touch her hair, that was when my stupid phone decided to ring. Reaching for it inside my pocket, I placed it on my ear.
"Vincent!" That was all I could hear, accompanied by relentless gunshots firing underneath her voice.
"We…are….un—under….attack, t—the Ita—"