Please Me Mommy +18 - ON HOLD

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| Shaun |

To say I was livid was an understatement. My blood boiled, singing to those who crossed Luca and I, trying to take from us.

I gripped Luca's hand, the only thing keeping me sane right now, as we walked into the warehouse. Marco met us halfway. "Did you do what I asked you to do?" Luca asked him.

"Yes sir," he gave a respectable nod. "Everything is set up and ready for you,"

"Good, wake them up for us," Luca said. A thrilling, electrifying feeling washed over me, watching Luca take charge. I watched him closely, always intrigued, calculating, pacing himself.

Marco and his team went to grab buckets filled with cold water, walking to the three individuals in the middle of the warehouse, tied up on their chairs. Dumping the cold water over the three individuals, they gasped, one of them cussing.

Marco had done a pretty good job roughing them up a bit. The one in the middle had a black eye, his white shirt stained with blood that dripped from his broken nose. The others weren't so roughed and they looked younger than the one in the middle.

"Fucking hell," the man in the middle cussed out, blinking the water from his eyes, before looking around, scowling. When his eyes found us, they widened. I smirked, noticing the visible fear embedded in his eyes upon seeing us.

"Not so tough now, huh?" Luca commented. "Gentlemen, you wanted to play, isn't it? Let's play then," he said. "Wanna do the honors, love?" He turned back to me. Stepping closer to kiss him.

"I think I'll let you have all the fun," I said, running my hand on his nape. "I find it quite sexy watching you in action," he smirked. "And anyway, they dare mess with you. They need to know who they fucked with, right?"

The three men looked between the two of us, while Luca got himself ready. Marco brought two chairs, one for me and the other for Luca. He placed it directly in front of the guy in the middle. Luca wore safety gloves and came over to sit down.

"No, here's what I would like you to do," he said casually, like he isn't planning to possibly chop off their phalanges. "Give me the information I need and I'll reduce the pain. Kind of a bummer when my boyfriend likes hearing screams," he said making the three turned to me. The other two were already shaken up, while middle guy kept the facade. "But I'm willing to sacrifice. So what do you say?"

Not for long, fucker. You're about to meet the gorgeous little devil, in a suit.

"Who do you work for?" He started. Neither of said anything. They just looked at him. He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "What did I say? More cooperation, less punishment. Are ya'll trying to make me a killer?" Luca stood up and kicked the chair to the guy on the left, who whimpered. "Let's start with you, shall we? You look like a smart guy,"

"Please, I didn't know anything about it. I swear," the guy pleaded, whimpering like a coward.

"Oh but here's the thing," Luca raised his hand, gesturing for Marco to bring him something. He brought a gun. "You three were right in front of me, and we were discussing the very same contract that promises not only to take from us, but to destroy. Someone must have sent you for that. Someone with a hidden agenda. And you," Luca pointed the gun at his knee and pulled the trigger.

The man let out an earsplitting scream, blood seeping from his wound.

"You are hiding the bastard," Luca said leaning back while the guy cried, attempting to break free from the chains. "Quite a screamer, you are," I chuckled lowly at Luca's dark humor. "It's just a flesh wound. I can do a lot more damage if you don't start singing," he said. "Who do you work for?"