A Dangerous Woman

Chapter 20

Blaise Taylor

We finally arrived back to Aidan's home, after a silent car drive.

We entered through the main gates and people were rushing around like ants. Guns were being carried and knives sharpened.

The Italian Mafia were clearly on high alert after having heard of the attack on Aidan and I.

However, both us were unaffected, in fact it was the most fun I'd had since visiting Italy.

Aidan immediately rushed out of the car and soon a group gathered around him. He did not spare me a second look as he cornered the building. 

I was pushed to a medical wing by various people so my injuries could be seen to, I assumed Aidan was going through the same treatment but I couldn't find him. Once the doctor cleared me, I was once again on my own, with nothing to do but wait to be called upon.

So I went to my room and napped. A good use of my time, I thought.

It had been a couple of hours and a small voice echoed from the other side of my bedroom door, telling me that Antonio and Aidan requested my presence.

I decided to casually stroll down to the basement, observing the beautiful decoration of each room. I took my time, in protest of being 'requested' to do something.

Once I got down to the room where everyone had gathered, my attention was instantly drawn into the room that a large window looked into. A guy sat, tied up in the middle of the room. He had wounds along his arms and his clothes were torn and bloodied.

His torn clothes exposed burns, bruising and cuts along his torso. A bag was placed over his head and slipped every few minutes, as he struggled to keep his head upright.

The man being alive, was an indication that the torture, most likely inflicted by Aidan, had not worked and they had no more information than when they started.

I was unsurprised by this, after having seen Aidan's torture methods first hand.

I strolled over to the next room and up to the man. My attention was briefly torn away from the him, to the corner of the room, where Luca and Aidan stood. They were talking in Italian to one another, in a hushed tone.

I knew they were here out of curiosity of my torturing methods; it was something the English Mafia heir was known for.

Antonio and my father stood in the room I had just left, looking in through the window that had a view of the whole room.

My father had seen me work before but Antonio had not, and my father would never miss the opportunity to show off my skill set.

Showing me off as if I were a prized pony to him.

I cracked my knuckles as I slightly relieved the pressure put upon me. There was a substantial amount riding upon this, but I relished in it.

Let the games begin.

I yanked the bag off the man's head and he squinted as the light shone into his eyes.

His face had clear bruising across it causing certain expression too painful for him to pull. As he finally adjusts to the light, his eyes fell upon me. He took a second and then he smiled, a clear taunt towards me.

He made the decision not speak, despite the fact if he spoke it would allow him to create better taunts.

Unwillingly, he had already revealed key information. He didn't wish to speak as his accent would most likely give away where he came from and then give a possible lead as to who sent him.

He was smart but I was smarter.

His eyes still on me, I ran my hand gently across the small table holding all of the newly polished knifes.

They were all so beautiful.

As I was dazed by the knives, Aidan had stalked across the room, towards this guy.

The man's face noticeably ignited with fear, something that annoyed me greatly as I had not gotten the same response.

Aidan goes to speak, clearly not having worked out that he would not get a response and that his actions were redundant.

So I quickly wrapped my fingers around a elegantly decorated butterfly knife and accurately threw the knife into the guy's shoulder.

Aidan did not flinch as he stared at the knife that skimmed him, then continuing to slowly slide it out.

I knew that throwing a knife at this guy would not work in gaining any information, but it was fun to shock the room.

Aidan threw the knife carelessly on to the floor, after having turned around to face me. He maintained eye contact with me as he strutted back to the corner where Luca watched on with a grin.

He was giving me permission to let loose.

The only problem is, I didn't need his permission.

Looking again at the table of weapons for inspiration, I noticed a few needles that were scattered across the table and a small metal hammer next to them.

Aidan looked at me in excitement as I grasped my chosen weapons in my hand and walked to towards the man.

I crouched down next to him and gently placed a needle at the entrance of the man's finger nail. As I pick up the hammer, Luca and Aidan had finally caught on to my plan.

Luca looked away in acknowledgement.

My victim was enjoyably still in the dark.

I swung the hammer into the small needle and the needle subsequently launched underneath his finger nail and ripped it from his finger.

A bead of sweat dripped down the man's face as his jaw clenched in pain. His expression quickly changed to fear.

I was impressed to say the least, he still hadn't spoken.

I continued and placed another needle under his second finger nail.

As sweat poured down his face, not willingly to experience the pain again.

I picked up the hammer and he spoke,"Ты, псих, псих, отойди от меня!"

{You f*****g psycho, get away from me}

I smiled as the man's head weakly dropped in defeat, realising what he had revealed.

I swung the hammer anyway while coldly speaking back to him, "Russian huh, interesting. Now you tell me that you were sent by the Russian Mafia and why they sent you, okay?"

He laughed and in a thick Russian accent coughed out his response, “Why would I do that you, crazy b***h?"

I said nothing and ignored his insults.

I simply placed another needle under a third finger nail, gifting him his answer as to why he should tell me.

His voice was filled with urgency as he rushed to speak again, "Okay okay, you are right, the Russian Mafia, they sent me."

He stopped speaking again before answering my question of why, and I gestured to the hammer in my hand.

He gritted his teeth, "They aren't happy with the Italians, with the marriage and alliance being called off."

He spoke in one breath.

I grinned and ruffled his hair, "Why thank you!"

As I proudly walked away, Aidan walked towards him. Yet before I had the time to fully turn back towards the guy, Aidan had killed him.

I was not bothered by this, despite it being my kill, as I had done what I was 'requested' to do.

With the man dead, we both followed Luca out of the room and joined our parents in the adjoining room.

As soon as we were all there, my dad spoke,

"Antonio and I have agreed, after finding the Russian Mafia is out to get us, Blaise and Aidan will go to Russia. You will stay there, until you find several weaknesses in the Russian mafia's base of operation. Ways to get two whole Mafia armies in and defeat the Russians."

Antonio aimlessly nodded along and then agreed with my father's statement for him, “This is war and we will crush them!"

I immediately objected, "No! Why do I have to go, why do we have to put the English Mafia at risk. Our unlucky Russian friend said so himself, the Russians are angry at the Italians, not us."

I knew my statement was selfish but I was raised to be the leader that put my Mafia and my people first. They should not have to risk their lives for a dispute they were not a part of.

My objection was poorly received.

It angered Antonio, Luca and even my dad, meanwhile Aidan had the mixed expression of looking pissed, hurt, understanding and disappointed.

My dad gritted his teeth in annoyance.

While Antonio calmly took the room's attention, "I understand where you are coming from, but the marriage ensure alliance and alliance means you fight alongside us."

I raised my eyebrow, still unimpressed and unconvinced that this was the best thing for the English Mafia.

Aidan gently touched my arm in comfort but as he went to speak, he was interrupted by the unforgiving ring of my father's phone.

My Father picked it up and answered in front of everyone.

After a few awkward minutes of everyone silently watching my dad speak on the phone, he ended the call.

He looked straight at me, coldly and with no trace of emotion despite what he was about to say, "Our house was blown up, it's in ruins. Explosives had been placed around the house and set off. A few killed and some injured but most people weren't there."

I looked at him, completely horrified and praying that I misheard.

Only now noticing that Aidan's hand had not left my arm and he was now staring at me, in what I believed was his idea of comforting me.

"They are already rebuilding it but it seems the Russians are out to get us too, funny that."

He finished with a cold chuckle.

I stood speechlessly until a panic began to set in, "Hunter? Is he okay? Was he there?"

My dad rolled his eyes in an uncaring way and he gave me no response.

"WELL?"

My dad finally spoke, but in a tone that seemed as though he thought he was doing me a favour by telling me.

"He was there but he was only injured, the doctors say it was nothing serious, and he resides in hospital at the moment."

My angry reached its peak as I blinked wordlessly.

I spoke through gritted teeth, while aggressively shrugging Aidan's hand off me, "I'll go to Russian if let me go see Hunter, to see if he is okay."

My dad's eyes fell to Antonio with boredom.

Antonio tilted his head slightly as he glanced at me and then back to my father. He took a second to consider my deal and then nodded, but not before negotiating with me.

"Take Aidan with you."

It was less of a negotiation, more of a demand but I had gotten what I wanted.