The Devil's Inferno

9| Punish You.

LAZZARO

The hacker, Elias, called me back thirty minutes later.
 “She was kidnapped. Black SUV,” he told me when I picked up the call.

“What the f**k?!” I exclaimed, screeching the car to a stop.

“I traced the car to the outskirts of the town until I lost track because there were no surveillance cameras around there. But I checked the map of that area and found out that there is an abandoned warehouse there. That’s most likely where they took her.”

“How many men?” I groaned.

“I only saw two. I don’t know how many of them were inside the car,” he responded.

“Send me the address!” I groaned and ended the call.

After he sent the address, I quickly called Mario.
 “Get about ten of our men ready. Alma was kidnapped. We are going there to rescue her. I’ll text you the address now. Meet me there.”

“Boss, don’t go alone. Wait for us to—”

I ended the call before he could finish his sentence. I had to get to Alma and save her before anything happened to her. It was only I who could hurt and do whatever I liked with her. Nobody else had the right to do so. And whoever the motherfucker that kidnapped her was, and for whatever reason, I was going to skin him alive. I wasn’t going to give whoever it was an easy death. Of that I swore.

After navigating to the address that was sent, I came to a stop in front of a rusty abandoned warehouse. The black SUV parked in front of the warehouse cemented Elias’ theory. This was where the motherfuckers brought her to.

The area was dark, the only source of light coming from the moon. I stayed in the car for a few minutes, studying the layout of the building. I grabbed my guns, knives, and every other necessary weapon I would need to fight them.

If my guess was right, there would be no more than four men in that building with Alma. I took careful steps towards a small door in the corner of the building, making sure to stay alert. When I turned the handle, the door creaked open easily. Either they were dumb as f**k for leaving it unlocked, or I was walking straight into a trap.

Either way, I was going to kill each and every one of them.

I carefully walked through the dark corridors, making sure not to make noises that could alert them. As I continued walking, I started hearing noises and laughter coming from a particular direction. I promptly walked towards the source of noise, and as I moved closer, the voices became clearer.
 f*****g Russians!

Who the hell did Lamberto piss off that I was here taking care of his mess for?

I stood by the door for a few seconds before kicking it open and barging inside. Before they could even reach for their guns, I fired rounds at them, hitting three of them in the chest. They dropped to the ground, dead, immediately. I shot the fourth person with a tranquilizer, and he also dropped to the floor immediately. My reflex was so fast that I did all this before they could even react.
 f*****g amateurs.

Alma was in a corner of the room, gagged and tied to a chair. The fear saturating her eyes was evident.

My eyes were dark as I marched towards her.
 “Do you regret your actions now?” I groaned with rage.

I ripped the piece of clothing off her mouth so that she could answer me.

“Speak!” I growled when she wasn’t responding.

She averted her gaze, and I could see that she was trying so hard to blink back tears.

I hated that the sight of that stirred up a certain emotion within me.

“Please untie me,” she said, and this time, she couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. They came pouring out in a free flow.

Fuck!

I crouched down and quickly untied her legs, then her hands, before lifting her off the chair.

“Do you know how f*****g dumb what you did was?!” I growled. “You could’ve f*****g died. You know you can’t survive in our world without protection. And when they saw you wandering alone, they saw you as an easy f*****g target.”

“I would have been fine in my father’s house!” she spat through tears.

“No!” I groaned with rage. “You would’ve been fine if you hadn’t f*****g tried to escape!”

“What makes you different from the people who kidnapped me?” she retorted with malice in her voice. “You also kidnapped me against my will. You are all the same. And I hate you all.”

She tried to march away, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
 “Do not f*****g walk away from me!” I growled. “And you would do exactly as I say.”

“You do not own me!” she fired back.

I c****d my head to the side.
 “Oh, yes. I do.”

And I couldn’t wait to f**k the hell out of her to show her how much I owned her. Her face was f*****g pretty despite the tears that smeared it. Her eyes were still as beautiful as a star. Her boobs, perfectly round and tempting.

Damn. Why was I thinking of this at this moment? She was mine. Mine. I just had to have a little patience until she came to me herself for some good f**k. Oh, and I know that she would.

I moved closer to her and used a finger to brush her hair behind her neck.

“Now I have to punish you for this thing that you have done, Principessa. How do you want to be punished?” My voice was surprisingly calm as I said this.

She narrowed her eyes in confusion.
 “What?”

I heard footsteps, and I instantly knew that it was Mario and my other men.

“We’ll discuss that when I return home. Until then, do not do anything stupid,” I told her.

My men trooped inside the room, ready to fire rounds, but stopped the moment they saw the situation in the room.

“Mario. Take her to the manor and make sure she remains put,” I instructed him.

“I am not going anywhere!” she screamed in protest.

My jaw twitched as I groaned.
 “Take her.”

That girl was just too stubborn, and I hoped that I wouldn’t have to kill her earlier than intended. Her beauty mesmerized me, but I hated being defied more.

As I turned my attention to the unconscious Russian on the floor, I heard screams and struggles as Mario forcefully took her away.

“Take him and tie him to the chair,” I instructed the remaining men in the room with me.