The Captive Mafia Lover

Chapter 7

Alex was cleaning the wound all by himself with disinfectant water, looking expressionless.

He was a soldier. He must be kept in top condition to handle emergencies.

Although his hand movements were steady, his heart couldn't stay calm.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out an old diary with a cowhide cover.

Keeping a diary was his habit since long ago. At first, the handwriting was flamboyant and many random things were recorded in a messy way. But as he grew older, the writing became stronger and the content more concise and orderly. His military rank brought him more duties and rules. Many feelings and events could only be noted down in a way that only he could understand.

But today, when he hold the pen, he couldn't write a word for a long time.

From the phone screen, he saw the wound on his face, gave a wry smile, and slowly began to write.

"The mission went awry, and an old acquaintance showed up. You shot me... but still, I was glad to see you. I've dreamed of you so many times. Sometimes it was your pleading look, like the brightest star on the peak of the Alps; sometimes it was you on the snowy, soft bed, you were on your knees and I came in from behind, your back was arched with pleasure；Sometimes, as I suck your d**k, you gaze at me with your blurry and pleasurable eyes. And when you leaned on my shoulder and our fingers intertwined, the tenderness in your eyes..."

"But when you pointed the gun at me in the car, I was angry and a little sad."

"The worse thing is that you seem to have forgotten me..."

There was a flash of light in Alex's pale blue eyes, and the pen tip continued: "I don't want to believe that the past was only my memory . I hope you remember me, and I hope that one day when we meet again, you are willing to give me a reason and give us a chance to relive the good times."

The phone rang at an inopportune moment.

His private time was disturbed, especially at this moment, and Alex was somewhat annoyed.

When he saw the avatar displayed on it - a woman posing seductively in a bikini, his eyebrows tightened, and he answered irritably: "Speak."

Eva's voice sounded very happy, although she had tried to restrain it: "Boss, I've finished interrogating the captured smuggler! He's actually just a small fry. Before all the torture tools were used, he confessed everything -"

"Get to the point." Alex pinched the space between his eyebrows, feeling a headache, and interrupted her: "Within 100 words."

"Yes!" Eva's voice turned serious, and then she was silent for a while before speaking: "This time, they were only responsible for trading slaves and human trafficking. The trade of organs will be in an underground black market arena in NKY State in a few days. The champion's prize is that human organs. These are what he overheard. The specific situation is unknown."

"Should it be within 100 words?" Eva's voice came from the phone again, but not to Alex, seemingly asking someone beside her for confirmation.

"An arena?" Alex had already received the detailed interrogation materials, and he said with a smile: "You and Antoni go there. Win the championship and get the prize, or you don't need to come back."

The members of the Wolf King Special Forces Team were all selected through multiple screenings, one in a hundred warriors. Going to such a wild arena, Alex was very confident in them.

"Um... Are you sure you're not going?" Eva took another screenshot of a piece of information and sent it over: "But I saw that sexy slave is also there, the one with silver-white long hair."

Alex's breathing paused.

He confirmed the information and changed his mind: "You and Antoni stay here to handle the follow-up of the mission. I'll go myself."

"Yes sir! I believe you can bring back the prize and bring back that sexy naughty white fox!"

"Eva!" Alex's voice was very cold.

"Um... Report completed. Goodbye, General!"

Alex stared at the ended call record and wanted to call Eva over immediately to increase her training!

He carefully read all the materials, and his gaze stopped at the part of "How to abuse and control slaves".

The pen tapped on the desktop, and his eyes turned icy cold.

After a moment, he left the lounge and went directly to the interrogation room.

After becoming a general, he rarely interrogated prisoners in person. Eva, who was sitting with her legs crossed and flipping through a football star magazine, was drooling over the abdominal muscles of a famous superstar. When she saw Alex in a dark blue work suit walking in, she was so scared that she almost fell off the chair.

"Why are you here?"

Alex's gaze swept over the magazine in her hand: "I'll interrogate this prisoner myself. There's a big meal tonight. Do you want to stay and watch?"

Eva's legs went soft and she hurriedly begged for mercy.

Shit!

When they interrogated prisoners, they followed the rules and applied torture appropriately.

But when the general interrogated prisoners, it was always bloody and violent. Sometimes, he would even directly use a knife on the prisoner, cutting off scalps, ears, fingers...

Damn, those were really images that made people lose their appetite.

Thinking of the desperate and frantic appearance of those extremely evil prisoners after waking up in the general's hands, urgently confessing and asking to be imprisoned, Eva trembled and closed her eyes.

Even if those people were sentenced to death by shooting or stayed in prison, they didn't want to face the general's interrogation!

"If you don't want to watch, then get out."

"Yes!" As if being chased by a wild beast, Eva fled the interrogation room like a gust of wind.

Meanwhile, in a certain castle located deep in the forest, Carlo was lying on a red velvet sofa with his upper body naked, and a family doctor was carefully treating his wound.

There were messy wine glasses at his feet, and a noisy crowd downstairs.

Naked men and women were having a party downstairs, in groups of twos and threes. In the corner, there were also undulating moans of debauchery.

Carlo had an ice pack over his eyes. Below his tall nose, his pink lips were tightly pursed. One leg was placed on the edge of the sofa, and the other leg was randomly placed on the thick carpet. The bath towel covering his waist and abdomen was about to fall off.

At the spiral staircase entrance, a tall figure came over with a wine glass.

Even though there were countless handsome men and beautiful women downstairs, this person was a special existence. His features were very deep, with brown eyes and a sense of distance as a superior. Therefore, even though he attracted countless gazes at the party, no one dared to approach and chat.

The man sat down on the sofa, right beside Carlo's head.

"General Monte, why aren't you having fun downstairs? Why did you come up? Isn't there any prey downstairs that suits your appetite?" Carlo didn't change his posture and spoke casually.

Monte put down the glass and lit a cigar.

He turned his head and lowered his gaze. The scarlet of the cigar, with its searing heat, stayed one inch above Carlo's snow-white neck and pink nippble: "Isn't the prey I'm interested in right here?"