“Let me out!” Bethany screamed, blood rolling down her face from the gash in her forehead. Her cries echoed throughout the basement as all my men watched me beat the s**t out of her. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again! I’m so sorry!”
But it was a fake apology. It had been fake since the moment I’d ripped off one of her manicured nails with pliers. That b***h had been declawed like the stray sewer cat she was.
Her screams filled me with immense pleasure in ways that it shouldn’t have. Part of me wanted to call Sage to watch so she could enjoy this too. It was sick, twisted, and f****d to be torturing my wife’s best friend. But Bethany deserved it all.
“That’s enough, Constantino,” Pietro said, stepping forward. “You’re going to kill her.”
“Good.”
Pietro snatched my shoulder and flung me b
