Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 156: A Don’s wrath - I
It was difficult to look at her, especially when her skin had a soft glow on it that was not the result of anything he had done.
It was hard to look at her standing when he knew that her stomach was going to enlarge itself with the baby of someone else.
Someone who she was not married to. Someone that was not him.
Someone that Salvatore had yearning to kill.
He hated the fact that their honeymoon had lasted merely awake and there was nothing that could bring them back now.
Fuck, he cursed and threw back the drink that he was holding in his hand. He needed more alcohol in his system if he was going to get through this.
Staying in one house with Evelyn not being able to reach her anytime he wanted, was a real hassle.
He always wanted her within his reach and now that she was she seemed to be so far away. Salvatore could not bring himself to touch her knowing that she had something inside her that belonged to another man.
Something that signified that she belongs to someone else and not him.
His fingers drummed over that would of the table. His face was directed upwards and his eyes remained on the ceiling.
What was he supposed to do with all of this?
Just as much as he was angry, he also loved her but the angles seemed to weigh more.
There was nothing that he could do at this point and it would matter.
He huffed and within a brief moment, decided that he was going to the basement.
He pushed away from the chair and stood up on his feet before walking out of his office. Then Salvatore moved to the staircase nodding back at every guard who wished him. It was a smooth walk to the basement and a sadistic smirk came to his face when he heard the cries of the men.
The prisons that they were in were meant for animals for animals. They were cages.
It was something that they had decided to agree to as the makeshift. This was decided because they were not sure how long they were going to be in America and anyone could enter the house after they left it.
So Salvatore was not going to risk the chance of anyone finding out that their basement was a prison cell. Cages would look much better and would be easier to get rid of.
He walked in the distance between the cages that were on the two walls. His footsteps taunted the people on both sides. Telling them that he was here but he was not going to hurry in torturing them.
Delaying the punishment was just as much fun as administering it.
His eyes move to each and every cage. People were shivering inside and disgusting smells were coming from them. They had relieved themselves from the fear.
And Salvatore could not help but feel satisfied. He had had many tensions coming through because of them and now they were going to receive the punishment that he had told of time and again.
Salvatore snapped his fingers as his eyes move to someone particular and he muttered the word, "He,"
That was enough for the soldiers to snap in action. They dragged the man out of his cage and left him, in the middle, right in front of Salvatore.
Salvatore recognised him immediately. He was the boisterous one. He was quite young as well and in fact he looked to be someone younger than Salvatore himself.
"How old are you?"
"S-seventeen," he started and was not able to hold the eyes of the don.
Seventeen? Fuck, that was younger than he imagined. A whole decade was in between them.
But that was the same case with Evelyn and the thought of Evelyn ticked his eyebrow.
And somehow the little sympathy that he had for the boy drifted away and was replaced by Red hot anger.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance, "what role were you in?"
His eyes narrowed at the constant twitching of the young boy. It was fun to torture people verbally just as fun it was to torture them physically. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"Uh-h.." the boy gulped, "seco.."
"Second-in-command?" Salvatore said in a hurry, unable to believe the boy. "You are seventeen and you were second-in-command?"
What kind of newly made upset with these guys into?
Looking at the boy it was clear that he had no experience and did not belong to my family like his. He was not born into the Underworld or into The gangs and violence.
Yet at the young age of 17 he had made it into the second in command of a gang.
What a joke.
"Do they teach a 17 year old second-in-command to be a cunt?" Salvatore taunted as he neared the boy who was still kneeling in front of him. "No Don or even a little boss wants his second in command to behave like he has no balls. Yet here you are wetting my floor with your piss and tears."
The boy even made an ugly expression when he heard salvatores words.
" Ple.." He gulped, "Pl—’
"Shhhh," Salvatore hissed in between his teeth, silencing the boy effectively. "No one wants to hear you beg because it ain’t getting you anywhere."
Salvatore’s eyes turned to the table were his torture devices were kept.
He picked up the huge metal claw perfect with its razor sharp teeth to cut into the skin of anyone.
After picking a top he walks back to the boy and even though the boy struggled, Salvatore very carefully managed to place it on the foot of the boy. The jaws were clamping down on his ankle.
"I am fucking annoyed," Salvatore muttered to himself as the Guards held the boys still and his feet remained on the claw. "I am fucking pissed."
His feet pushed the claw further into his skin drawing out blood.
The young boy of age seventeen withered underneath him but the elder Don gave him no acknowledgement.
"Why don’t you," Salvatore’s eyes moved from the bleeding foot to the eyes of the boy, "Mr underboss tell me what I do about it?"
"W-what.." the boy muttered through his tears, not able to take the pain anymore. It seemed like he was on the verge of passing out.
But of course Salvatore paid him no mind and continued with his own problems.
"Do I let the problem grow," the word problem signified the word baby, "or do I nip it in the bud as soon as possible?"
He continued to stare at the boy who was heaving and trying to stay awake as the unconsciousness was trying to draw him into it.
Salvatore got bored instantly and with his foot he pulled away at the edge of the claw making the boys shriek in pain when it was taken away.
"Please! P-please!" The boy begged, fighting through the two men that were holding him still.
It did not make much of a difference because the two men were much older and much bulkier in nature. Even though the boy thrashed around to save his life the two men did not let go and his thrashing was useless.
Salvatore sighed loudly and tiredly. "This is going to get you nowhere until you tell me what your answer is. How about you provide the expert advice of an on the boss to my situation and I let go?"
"So?" Salvatore taunted the boy as he repeated his question just to draw out the tension and the pain he felt, "Do I let the problem grow," the word problem signified the word baby again, "or do I nip it in the bud as soon as possible?"
He did not bother to change the world because they were the same ones that went on and on in his mind.
"I..don’t..know.." the boy stuttered and stammered in pain unable to form words. His eyes and face had turned red in pain but Salvatore did not care. He had seen the same symptoms a lot of times in his life and even felt something about it.
Instead the don said, "If I have to repeat my words thrice, I swear you will not have your tongue."
The boy closed his eyes and helplessness and gave out ugly cries but once again the don did not care.
In fact Salvatore increased the pressure on the claw making the boy yell in pain. ’Nip it from the bud!’ he yelled, unable to take the pain and pressure placed on him. "Please just nip it from the bud!"
On receiving the opinion of a third person Salvatore, satisfied by the answer he had received, pulled his foot back and placed it right next to the other one. He nodded at the guard letting him know what you wanted before he walked out of the room.
"What a weak underboss," Salvatore muttered as he closed the door of the basement behind him and walked into the almost empty looking house.
