Dark Paradise | ✔︎

Chapter 25

I STARED at it as it slowly burned my fingers, flicking the cigarettes as the ashes fell onto her soaking face.

"Please." She pleaded. Exhaling, I wiped away her falling tear and brushed the pad of my thumb along her lower lip.

"Ti avevo avvertito Esmee." I whispered to her. [ translation: I warned you Esmee. ]

"And this is the second time, baby," I say, pinching her lip. "Where's Antonio?" I questioned.

Pacing back and forth, waiting for her to respond all she did was sob, tears continuously pouring down her bloated face from all the crying. "Esmee?" I asked softly.

"Can't I just get it done with it, boss?" Amelia questioned. "No."

"Be patient Amelia."

I just want to send a message to Antonio, Do I want to kill her? Yes. but for now, I need her alive. "

Amelia stared at Esmee attentively before she slapped her across the cheek. "La piccola stronza mi sta dando sui nervi." She spat. [ translation: The little bitch is getting on my nerves. ]

"Amelia, fermati," I say glaring at her. [ translation: Amelia, stop. ]

Amelia narrows her eyes at me and I can tell she's upset.

I take a tight, bracing breath. "Fucking hell you're so difficult."

"I tried to be nice but you're not cooperating with me so, the good news is that we'll do this the hard way."

I look directly at Amelia "Porta qui l'uomo." she nods and exits the room. [ translation: Bring the man here. ]

The room is quiet for a long time until Esmee finally dares to speak up. "Why are you doing this?" She questioned her voice, sounding weak. Stopping in my tracks I turn on my heel and finally come face to face with her, she lifts her head as the both of us make eye contact.

Reading her like an open book, I can tell she's trying so hard to face her demons. "I can see the demon inside of you," I whisper to her, not breaking eye contact.

"Let it out," I say. "No," she replies with bitterness.

I chuckled lightly and gently placed my cold hands on her warm flesh. "You remind me of someone."

She reminds me of my mother, weak yet strong. Her weakness is suppressing her emotions and her strength is her emotions. She has a wild spirit, but a soft heart. but too naïve to see it.

"You didn't answer my question." She tries to meet my eyes but fails,

"You killed him." I simply say and finally break eye contact. "I-" Esmee immediately stops talking when Amelia returns but with the unconscious man in her arms.

I hear a loud gasp across the room and my attention immediately shifts to Esmee. Her eyes are glued to the man than me, tears constantly streaming down her face, "Please" She mouthed.

Her hazel eyes were filled with pain and hatred, Amelia throws the man on the couch and pulls out her gun, pointing the pistol directly at his chest. "Upset me he, Amelia shoots him wherever she likes,"

Esmee is blinking fast now. I can hear her breathing. In and out, Unevenly.

"Where's Antonio?" I ask. She doesn't respond but cries and continuously begs me to stop.

I turn my head to face Amelia, signaling her to shoot him.

She picked up a pillow and placed it on his thigh. Pressing the gun on the pillow she pulled the trigger and the man immediately woke up, panic rushing through his eyes, he scanned the room, and his eyes landed on me.

Esmee screams echo through the house. "Yell, I'll slit his throat." I threatened. She glared at me with her puffy red eyes and pressed her lips together, she breathed harshly as her body couldn't stop shaking.

I take a few steps closer and when I'm inches away from her, I pull out my blade and gently poke my index finger with it. I sarcastically hiss and make eye contact with her. "Sharp," I declared with a genuine smile.

Caressing my tongue along my bottom lip, I brush the sharp object along her right wrist, putting more pressure on it, her quivers turn into cries seconds later screams as the blade harshly opens her flesh. "That will leave an ugly scar," I say as I examine the deep-cut wound.

"I'll ask again. Where's Antonio?" I questioned whilst wiping off the blood on her clothing. Pressing the sharp blade on her left wrist the blade harshly cuts open her flesh. "Quite impressed you're not giving up yet," I smirk.

"What are you afraid of?" I chuckled wondering why she'd rather be tortured and killed than tell me the location of her boyfriend. "You." She said hoarsely.

"I'm flattered," I say. "But you do know that I'll find him either way, I can even use you as a warning."

"And this," I say waving my blade in the air back and forth. "It's nothing, sweetheart."

"Pulling out my gun I point it towards the man and pull the trigger, shooting him in the head.

"No!" Esmee yells, pain flashes through her eyes, as she tries her best to fight out the rope that ties around her body.

"You fucking monster!"

"He didn't do anything. He's innocent." She says, whispering the last part. I walk right up to her, She holds my gaze for just a moment too long. "As I said, I warned you," I say.

Shutting my eyes as I feel warm liquid flowing down my face, quickly realizing that she spat on my face.

Taking in a deep breath I wiped the spit away with the back of my hand and wiped it away on my pants.

"Cagna." I ,ay bitterly and harshly slapping her across the cheek. She hisses and glares at me then spits out her blood, as I rub my hand to ease the sting. [translation: Bitch.]

"Get rid of the body," I demand to Amelia. "Si."

"As for you," I say.

"You and I will have a lot of fun once we reach the warehouse."