*Mateo’s POV*
Everything was going according to plan until I could see Aria’s chest heaving. All hell broke loose after that. I moved so fast to check on her. I called Kevin, letting him know to pick us up at the dock and have the doctor ready for use at the estate.
I saw the chef, with eyes wide open, walking towards me.
“Ca—p-o.” He said, stuttering.
“I’m so sorry.” He said again. All I could see was red. I didn’t want to kill the f*cker, no. I wanted to make him pay with a slow death. I pulled my Glock from the back of my pants, shooting him in his right knee.
“Ahh!” He yelled while holding his knee.
“You better shut the f*ck up. I won’t kill you because I want to take my time torturing you.” I replied to him. We had been on the boat max 1 hour before we reached the dock. I co
