Married to the enemy's son

Chapter 2

The sound of the door knob bending downward made me fully awake. I sat up sleepily to confirm who came into the room and realized it was Donovan. I felt a shiver rush down my spine, and thought of greeting him, but then, on a second look, I realized he was on call.

"It's true, Dad," He said as he stepped further into the room.

"Well, he disobeyed my orders."

It was more like he was explaining something to the person over the phone, though I couldn't make any meaning out of it.

"I won't repeat myself, Dad, and I'm not changing my decision too," He replied calmly, but his expression didn't match his tone. It seemed like he was trying to contain his anger. Then he abruptly ended the call and let out a sigh of relief before heading into the bathroom, almost as if he didn't notice me there.

I took in a long breath after he went in.....wow, he was breathtaking. I looked at the bathroom door when I heard the sound of running water. He was taking a shower, and I most definitely didn't want to be there when he came out. I needed something to keep myself busy, I thought as I stepped out of the room. As an ideal wife, I should prepare breakfast for my husband.

Confusion set in as I got into the kitchen. I began pondering on what to make for breakfast. I stood silently for some minutes and finally decided to settle for something simple.

Minutes later, I stepped out of the kitchen holding a tray of sandwiches, eggs, and hot chocolate. I didn't know his preference so I just settled for it. I nervously twisted the door knob and stepped into the room.

I was welcomed by the foul smell of cigarettes coming from the window where Donovan stood. I dropped the tray on the table and turned to him.

"I...I ...made breakfast," I stuttered, making Donovan turn to face me.

"I never said I wanted breakfast " He replied casually.

"Oh….. alright then, I'll just take it away," and with that, I turned to carry out the tray of food.

"Don't bother, I'll have a little. " He put out the cigarette on the ashtray and walked towards the table. He pulled out the seat and sat while I stood behind watching him eat. Abruptly, he turned his attention to me.

"You won't just stand there watching me, would you?"

"No.....I...I already......"

" Have a seat," He interrupted, leaving me no choice but to join him.

Few minutes into the meal Donovan's phone rang.

" What's the situation? "He asked after he took the call.

"Don't you get it?...... He has to talk no matter what. Is it hard for you to understand something so trivial?" He appeared quite angry. He angrily hung up the call, grabbed his keys, and stormed out. I just sat there, stunned, wondering what had just happened.

* Shadow Empire* (Donovan's clan )

Donovan's pov

"Boss," Caleb bowed as I walked in.

"Where's the bastard?" I asked angrily

"In the torture room, boss," He responded and we both moved towards the room, ignoring the greetings coming from other clan members.

The loud wails and cries of the man could be heard as we approached the torture room. The door was held open and we both went into the room. I could feel a satisfactory smirk form on my lips when I saw the state the bastard was in. He was tied to a seat, and his face was barely recognizable due to the condition he was put in.

"Stop..." I ordered the boys who were still busy beating him up. With slow and steady steps, I walked up to him and crouched down before him. I brushed away some hair strands from his face so I could look directly into his eyes.

"You look pitiable don't you?"

"Donovan...why...why are you doing this?" He gritted in pain.

"Oh please .......don't play dumb with me.......you and I know you're well aware of why I'm doing this to you" I said and stood and walked towards the table filled with different kinds of weapons. I picked up a very sharp plier and headed back to him.

"Diego.......we could have done this quietly and peacefully, right?.....but then you refused to comply." Diego's eyes widened with obvious fear as I took deliberate steps towards him. His body trembled visibly, his hands shaking and his breath quickening. I didn't fail to notice the unease in his eyes. I also observed the tension in Diego's posture and the way his gaze darted nervously around the room.

"So I'd take it that you prefer things done the harder way right?" I asked, squatting before him. Diego's hand trembles as his finger is forced into the cold grip of the plier. The metallic click echoes in the room, and a sharp pressure builds. His breath catches just before the sickening crunch and a painful scream fills the air. Blood seeps from the tattered wound, dripping steadily down his hand and staining the floor below.

"Noo!! Please! Donovan! Stop! Please! ...." All his pleas echoed around the silent room giving me the satisfaction I wanted.

"Good..." I smiled. "Now I guess you're ready to talk ...huh?" I asked in between his smirk but got silence from Diego.

"You are hardened, aren't you? Well.....I'll ask you one last time, and all I need is a sincere answer from you; if not, you'd leave me no choice but to waste you," I threatened. This time I got hold of his pinky finger. Diego was certain that he had wet his pants because of fear. His eyes were wide in both shock and fear.

"How about we do it this way....you'll watch me cut each and every part of your body till you're ready to talk.....deal? "

"You....you can't do that... No...you... Noo!!" He screamed in pain and agony as I cut off his pinky finger. That got me smiling more. The scene was both chilling and gruesome, but the boys were already used to this, so much so that the blood splatters and pieces of tiny flesh slowly piling up on the floor didn't faze them.

"That should do right? That should get me my answer right?" I asked, looking at Diego with a smile. But then again, he silence and painful sobs filled the room......he was relentless, but I sure knew how to deal with folks like him.

"Hand me my gun, Carlos," I ordered, and with that, I felt a cold metal touch his palm....and I smiled....with this, two things were going to happen. I would get my answer and the fool would pay for wasting my time.

I placed the gun on Diego's forehead and got the reaction I expected.

"Don.... Donovan.... Please.....you...wait ....I'll talk...I'll talk...I'll tell you where he is ...please don't kill me, please, " Diego pleaded in tears and fear.

"See...it wasn't so hard after all...so tell me where's your stupid boss hiding?" I asked with a devilish smirk on my face.

I smiled triumphantly and the next thing heard after Diego's answer was a deafening sound of gun shot.