OWNED BY THE RUTHLESS KING

CHAPTER FOUR

Dante

My office door fell open and my men rushed in. Charles Boyleman all ties up in their arms. They threw him on the floor of my office and stood with guns pointed at him.

"Leave." I commanded.

Without hesitation they filed out, heads bowed in respect.

Charles here is a traitor. Feeding information about me to my enemies. I watched him curl on the floor. Shaking, sweating bullets. He knows how I handle traitors, he should be scared. He's not leaving this office alive.

I turned to my wife. I understand I gave her a scare by pushing her behind me and handing her a gun.

She looked right at me. "What is this about? Who is he?" She shifted her gaze to Charles.

"This, dear wife, is Charles. One of my men. He thought feeding information about me to my enemies was a good idea. Now he's about to see why they refer to me as the most dangerous man in the country." I explained.

"Well that has nothing to do with me. I'll leave you to it." She tried to walk around me.

I held her hand before she could go far. "No. You will stay and watch." I said. I know my wife is not new to torture, her father might be a politician but everyone knows Isaac Russo has been involved with the mafia for as long as he has been a politician. I know a lot more about my beautiful wide than she'll ever imagine.

I've long dreamt of having her. She has always been mine. I've memorised her beauty, her fiery red hair, jade green eyes. Isabella Russo is what wet dreams are made of. And she is MINE.

"I don't want to." She looked up at me defiantly.

"Oh, but you will. You have no choice in this, wife." I smirked, loving how the endearment angered her.

"Stop calling me that." She seethed but relaxed.

"You are my wife, are you not?" I moved my gun wielding hand to her waist. She didn't even flinch. She didn't even move away.

The sounds of the traitor brought be back to reality. He looked even more scared than before.

I bent down to remove the clothed tied around his mouth. "Charles." I called his name with a menacing smile.

"Sir. I'm sorry, I didn't do anything." He whispered shakily.

"But you did. What did you tell Santiago?" I asked calmly.

"Nothing, sir. I promise."

"You know how I feel about liars, Charles. Tell me the truth and I might spare you." I tur6to observe Isabella. She looked calm. Watching us from the chair she sat in.

"I told him nothing, sir." He answered.

"If you say so." I head to my desk and pull put a knife from one of its drawers.

Charles breath hitched on seeing this. He trued to scurry back, but there's no running from me. I bent to his level, put the knife right under his ear and sliced off a little piece. The scream that filled the room was so deafening. I looked back to Isabella, nk reaction from her. That made me smile.

"I'll continue to slice of your body parts until you sat the truth."

Charles proved stubborn. He had lost all his fingers, some toes, some skin here and there. A fire blow torch action on his body before he finally revealed that he only told Santiago about the shipments coming in soon and the location.

I called in the guards to take him away. They will finish him off. I don't entertain traitors, and I certainly don't leave one alive and roaming.

When the mess was gone, I turned back to my wife. She still hadn't moved from her earlier position. A blank reaction on. "How was that?" U asked taking a seat beside her.

"You are evil." She said in a low tone.

"Oh, but sweet wife, he deserved everything that happened to him. He was betraying me." I said with a smug smile.

"You tortured him in the most painful way ever."

"Well torture isn't supposed to be sweet. I got what I wanted out of him. He knew what happens to people who betrays me before selling information about me out. He will pay the consequences.:

"You are a disgusting man." She said with disgust.

"You will do well to watch what you say about me, wife. I just might punish you right here." I said wrapping a hand around her throat.

"What will you do? Will you cut off pieces of me as well?" She asked not even trying to fight away from my grip.

I noticed her pupils were dilating. My wife loves being choked. From what I know, she's a Virgin. I'll love breaking her in. "No, I happen to like you with all your parts. Your punishment will be far less torturous. It will be something I'll definitely enjoy, I don't know about you. I'll love to see the skin of you ass marked with the prints of my hands." I smiled, leaning closer to her. Our lips were just a breath away. I could smell her sweet vanilla and Coconut fragrance. I was tempted to taste her.

She jerked back before I could get the chance. "Stay away from me." Her voices shaked not with disgust or hatred. But something more... need.

It was obvious I affected my wife.

I didn't get the chance to reply before she stormed out of the office.