𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

Chapter Sixty Two {Davinia} 🌹

So I stay. I stay with Timothy, my bodyguard, Butcher. I stay and watch over him, listening to the beeping of the heart monitor. Watching the agony itched on his face since she died. Since he lost his daughter, his daughter Gabriella.

Ever since that accident, he's had this look of agony itched on his face. Of course random people won't see it, all they'd see is fear but for those of us that know what pain is and how it looks like, we know that Butcher still mourns, still hurts, still wishes it was just a bad dream.

Does it ever go away? The pain, does it ever stop hurting? Maybe for regular people it does but for us sworn in blood and violence, it doesn't stop, it does not leave. It continues until we become numb and can no longer feel. Can no longer tell if we should scream or cry.

I want to give up, I really want to but I can't. I'm in too deep. We're in too deep.

My eyes are tired of crying, my throat is dry and sore from screaming. I take hold of his cold hand and rub it.

"Listen Butcher, you have no right to leave me here. I don't know what you're doing back there but you gotta hurry up. I can't do this on my own. I act like I know what I'm doing but I don't know a fucking thing! I don't shit! So you better, you better hurry the fuck up and wake the fuck up cause I'm not leaving until you do. You hear me?!" my throat burns from my screaming.

" Loud and clear."His croak voice makes me halt, my eyes widening in shock as I look up at him. His eyes are open just a bit but it makes me happy. It makes a newly fresh wave of tears run down my cheeks. I hurry over to his side to touch his face, his head.

" Are you okay? Of course not. Do you want water? Yes you do. Let me get you wat-"

"Gabriella" He calls softly, his voice cracks at the end. I stop mid way from leaving to get water. His eyes are glassy when I return to my seat.

"Can I call you Gabriella?" He pleads with tears in his eyes. I'm nodding before he even gets to finish his question.

"Yes, yes you can." We both break into sobs. He struggles to lift his left arm so he can run his fingers through my hair. He smiles through his pain, tears leaving his eyes,running down his cheeks and slipping in between his lips.

"Figlia mía,"He mutters with quivering lips. Snot is dripping down my nostrils but I don't care.

I'm nodding, encouraging him to delve into his delusion. I will become his daughter for as long as he wishes.

" My Gabriella, my beautiful daughter." He continues to pat my hair affectionately before his arm becomes tired and he has to return it to rest on the bed. His eyes become droopy, he needs rest.

"I'll be here, papa. You need to sleep." I rise from my seat to place a kiss on his head. My lips stay for a few seconds before I return to my room.

He smiles before closing his eyes to sleep.

My phone rings, Tiana names come on display. I pick it up." We have him."

"I'm on my way." immediately I leap off the chair. I clock my glock as I make my way out of the room. I know where they are. They're in the red room. It's called the red room because it's a torture room for traitors and enemies.

"You, follow me. You will record the torturing of Marcus; it will serve as a warning for those." I order a random guard on my way and it wastes no time, he does as I instruct.

"Get the capos present to witness this."I order another one I see walking towards me. He stops to bow in compliance.

I get to the red room, the guard opens it up for me and I walk in with the intention of causing great pain.

Tiana and Rolan are standing above someone tied to a chair. I wonder who it is. Excitement bites my skin as I walk over to them, to face the son of bitch who looks very close to death himself.

He's struggling in the hold, the chair rocking violently from his thrashing. A deja vu sweeps through me. It's always deja vu when I have them tied to a chair.

"It's futile, Marco." My voice rings across the room, echoing around the walls. I have my eyes set on only him. Not Tiana, not Rolan. Shit faced Marco.

He's breathing like an exhausted bull. His fear fills me with pride. I trail my hands behind his chair as I walk round to his front. He's sporting a blue right eye, something tells me it's Tiana's handwork.

I must definitely look like shit but my care is out of the window. I crouch down to his level, looking intensively into his eyes, trying to understand what makes a man so suicidal and foolish.

"Why, Marco?" My voice is barely above a whisper but he can hear him. He fists his hands which are tied tightly to the chair. I pick a scalpel from the bar stool beside him. His eyes follow my movement and they widen when they see the object I hold. "You know, Marco. I hate to be messy, which was why I sticked to poison but you see Marco, today you've cut me deep and I feel I should do the same." without warning I slice his right cheek open.

He screams like a bitch. I remain unmoved from the sight and scream. So I slash his face again and again and again till his face is stained with nothing but blood.

"I am going to cut up every part of your body and you are going to enjoy it."