Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles 2)

Luca narrowed his eyes. “Let me go.” When Durant didn’t, Luca grabbed him by the collar and threw him away from himself. Durant clambered to his feet with a wince, and I stepped in his way.

Matteo came in and held out rope for Remo, who took it with a twisted smile. Then the Famiglia Consigliere left.

Luca walked out as well, but before he closed the door, he said, “Don’t disturb the neighbors with his screams and don’t feed him his dick. I want to present it with the sheets in the morning to get a message to my men.”

“There are enough other parts of his body we can feed him, don’t worry,” Remo said. “His balls might work well.”

Luca closed the door.

Durant glanced at Kiara, who sat frozen on the sofa beside the bed. “Please, Kiara.”

I smashed my fist into his mouth. He fell backwards, screaming hoarsely. “You won’t address her. You won’t look at her, unless she gives you permission.”

Durant cupped his bleeding mouth, moaning and crying.

“If this makes you cry already, the night won’t be easy for you,” Remo said, pulling his knife out. Then he laughed.

“Do you want my help?” Fabiano asked. He had already rolled up his sleeves and was always a useful asset when it came to torture, but tonight Remo and I would handle this.

“No. Ask the Famiglia doctor for transfusions. I don’t want him to die too soon,” I told him. Fabiano rushed off at once.

Durant scrambled backwards as I advanced. I grabbed him and shoved him toward the bed. He tried to climb off, but I pushed him down and thrust my fist into his balls. He screamed and I leaned over him, staring down at his pain-filled and terror-widened eyes as I wedged a sock into his mouth. “Your screams won’t be heard just like Kiara’s weren’t when you forced your cock into her.” I showed him my knife and murmured, “I will force my blade into every fucking inch of your body. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will.”

I motioned at Remo, and he came forward with rope. We tied Durant down spread eagle.

Pushing off the bed, I began unbuttoning my shirt and shrugged it off. Remo took his shirt off as well. There was no sense ruining our white shirts.

“Do you want her to stay?”

I chanced a glance at Kiara, who hadn’t moved from the sofa, her eyes huge as they regarded her uncle.

“You can leave,” I told her.

“Go to my room,” Remo said. “You can sleep there. I will be too riled up after this to sleep.”

She blinked once then gave a small nod but still didn’t move. Maybe she needed to watch. I turned to her uncle. “First, I’m going to break each of your fingers,” I explained to him. “Fingers that touched without permission.”

I nodded at Remo. I grabbed Durant’s left hand and Remo grabbed his right. “This will be painful. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to the pain. When that happens, I’ll make sure to go a bit harder on you.”

CHAPTER 7

KIARA

I flinched every time my uncle’s stifled cries rang out as Remo and Nino broke each of his fingers. My eyes weren’t on my uncle, though, but instead on my husband’s face. His expression was keen and attentive as he watched my uncle like he was conducting an interesting experiment.

Next, they began cutting his clothes off his body, slicing his skin over and over in the process. I jerked to my feet. I couldn’t watch this, couldn’t see him naked, couldn’t listen to his muffled cries anymore.

Nino looked over to me and stopped his brother from removing my uncle’s underpants. Nino walked toward me. “Do you want to hear what he has to say before you go?”

I wasn’t sure but I gave a very small nod.

Nino went back and pulled the sock out of my uncle’s mouth. “I’m sorry,” Durant croaked. “Please forgive me.” His eyes begged me.

Nino looked at me, cold gray eyes emotionless despite what he had been doing to my uncle. “Do you forgive him?”

Could I forgive him? Can you forgive having your childhood destroyed? Having your innocence ripped from you? Losing that childlike trust in your family in the worst way possible? “No,” I said.

Nino stuffed the sock back into Durant’s mouth.

I had to go when Nino brought the knife down onto my uncle’s chest. I closed the door and took a shuddering breath then stiffened when I noticed Fabiano heading my way, carrying transfusion bags. I moved to the side so he could enter, but he returned a moment later with empty arms. “I’m going to take you to Remo’s room. Nino will join you later.”

I didn’t say anything, just watched the tall blond man. We walked in silence, and when I stepped into Remo’s room, he left me alone. I walked over to the bed and crept under the blankets, staring into the darkness. The bed was too heavy with the memories of the past, even if it wasn’t the same bed where it had happened.