DANTE'S POV
As soon as I get into my car, I tap on some buttons and a screen appears in front of me next to the steering wheel. The two men I followed in here are in motion. I put my car in auto-pilot and it drives me home while I watch the route the two men take to reach their destinations.
I reach home in thirty minutes and put on leather pants, boots, and a black t-shirt that hugs my skin but not too much. I strap a couple of knives to my thighs and two guns on the back of my waist. I prepare everything that I would need to torture a person and possibly murder them.
I wait around again for about an hour before the first tracking device finally stops beeping meaning, meaning one of the cars have come to a stop. I smirk evilly to myself and immediately try to locate where the car stopped and fortunately for me and my murderous intent tonight, it stopped at a secluded mansion not too far from town.
The second tracking device is still in motion so I wait patiently again for thirty minutes and notice it comes to a stop at another secluded mansion out of town. This mansion looks bigger, so I hack into the security cameras of both mansions to see which one has more guards and which one is easier to sneak into.
"Bingo." I say to myself. I know who I'll be paying a visit tonight. It's about a two-hour ride from my place but I have all night and I have all the patience in the world. Every second I spend thinking about killing this man only pushes me more over the edge and gives me unspeakable motivation.
As I pack my stuff into my car, I suddenly get a call from Adeline. I answer almost immediately, getting into my car and slamming the door shut.
"Are you avoiding me Dante?" She says in a sleepy voice.
"Wouldn't have answered you if I was." I state and lean back into my seat, savoring the sound of her voice as I close my eyes shut. I suddenly don't want to do what I have planned for tonight anymore. I want to bring her to my place and fuck her till I have her legs trembling all over me.
I haven't seen her since I fucked her in her office. It's been two days and I haven't been able to spend time with her cause I was busy tracking the two men I was following tonight.
"Liam told me he saw her in a club tonight." She says, her voice low and I hear a tinge of pain in the sound of her voice. If I weren't such a nice person, I would have killed Liam.
"Was working." I state. I hate lying but I can't tell her the truth. So I have to compromise and give her something close to the truth.
"In a club?" She asks.
"I wasn't fucking some other girl if that's what you're worried about." I make it clear to her immediately because if there's one thing I won't accept, it's Adeline believing I'm not serious about her.
"I'm sorry, it's just I haven't seen you in two days and I'm not saying that to try and sound clingy. We were supposed to have a session yesterday and I sent you a couple of messages which you didn't reply to and I'm not worried about you fucking other girls. We're fake dating anyways, aren't we? You can fuck whoever you want."
How clearer do I have to make it to her that she's the only woman I have eyes on? That her body is the only thing that I want next to mine. That ever since I had a taste of her, she basically has me wrapped around her finger and I would die before I ever even glance at another woman.
I can hear the passive aggressiveness in her voice and I wish someone would punch me in the face right now because I hate the fact that she feels hurt. The fact that she thinks I'm not taking her seriously. I was so drowned in tracking these two people that I forgot to check on her. My mistake and I'll make sure it never happens again.
"Adeline…" I whisper.
"It's fine Mr. Russo. Just let me know if you'll make it to our session tomorrow, please." My heart breaks into a million pieces at the sound of her voice. She's disappointed in me. Shit.
"I'll be there Adeline. Of course I'll be there." I know she doesn't want me giving her excuses right now so I just shut up and don't try to call her back when she whispers a little "okay" and hangs up immediately.
As soon as I hear a beep on the other side of the line, I squeeze my phone in my palms until it cracks and take out my frustration on the steering wheel. I take full responsibility for hurting her but that doesn't mean I can't take my frustration out on someone else.
I start my engine and start driving towards my destination. After two long hours of impatience and irritation, I finally arrive my target's house. He doesn't have that many guards so I take them out pretty easily and after a few minutes, I'm in his house. I have a mask on so no one sees my face.
There are a few more guards in his house and once they spot me, they take out their guns but of course, I'm faster than them. I put a bullet into each of the four guard's heads and they go limp on the floor in seconds.
I climb the steps that lead to the first level, skipping two of them at a time until I reach what I suppose is the master's bedroom. I glance around the room and notice the fool I'm here for hiding under a table. I lick my teeth in annoyance and stomp towards him. I flip the table and grab the fat man by the collar.
"Come here." I bark out deeply and toss him carelessly to the floor. I'm fighting so hard right now the urge to just put a bullet through his head and get this over with.
"Stand up." I say pointing my gun at him and he stands with his hands raised in the air, fear staining his face and I almost laugh at how pathetic he looks.
"Look man. You don't want to do this. You have no idea who you're messing with. If it's money you want, take everything but please put the gun down."
I furrow my brows at him and land a hard punch to his face, sending him flying back to the floor. He coughs and spits out blood and a broken tooth.
"Get up fatty. Don't waste my time because I'm particularly in a very bad mood tonight." I say and he struggles to get off the flow as he winces in pain. Why are these sick people always so fat? They create an entire organization that preys on innocent girls and then feed themselves off the dirty money they make.
He finally lifts himself off the floor and I gesture towards a chair with my gun. With his hands raised, trembling and looking at me with teary eyes, he takes a seat.
"How many of you are there and where are you based? And don't even play dumb with me. The sex trafficking organization. Tell me where it's based and where exactly the rest of you are." I order and his eyes widen as if in realization.
"It's you. You're the one who's been killing our men." I land another punch on his face.
"Wrong answer." I state. I take out a dagger strapped to my thigh and don't even hesitate to shove it into his left thigh as he sits. He lets out a terrible scream and I close my eyes, lolling my head backward to savor the sound of him suffering. He deserves it and this is nothing compared to what happens to the girls they keep in their sick organization.
"I can't tell you what you want to know man. I have a family. If these people find out I betrayed them, they'll kill my family." He says and starts shedding tears and he shakes his head rapidly at me. I offer him a death stare and I scrunch my nose in disgust when he starts wetting himself. The idiot actually starts peeing.
I let out a menacing laugh and stoop in front of him. If he's worried about his family, then this fool is a dead end. He won't talk, but that doesn't mean I can't kill him.
"You're pathetic." I say with a tilt of my head. I grab the knife I shoved into his thigh, pull it out and shove it right back in, on the same spot. He screams in pain, making me smile at him.
"Please man…" He begs.
"How does it feel to be the one begging for mercy? Do you and your band of sick friends show any of those girls, mercy? You see those poor little angels you feast on, they had families too. They had lives and you took that away from them. Why should I show you any mercy? You don't deserve to live."
I stand up abruptly and kick him right in the face with the underside of my boots. He goes flying to the floor and I don't waste any more time, I get on top of him and punch him continuously in the face. He chokes and coughs up even more blood. I get creative, smirk and strip him naked. I'm going to cut of his dick.
Then I'll let him bleed out.
After I finish torturing him, he's still alive but unrecognizable as a human being. I'm basically covered in blood as I look around the room. I grab his phone and shove it into my pants. I scan the room for a few more minutes and find a safe. I crack the code in seconds and find a few documents inside it.
I walk past his dying body without another look and head back to my car. With luck, I'll find something valuable in the documents I found in his safe.