THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

SIN POV

The door of the basement opened, and I walked in with disgust and anger on my face. “Shall we begin?” I say, taking a seat as I watch Zoey squirm in the rope tied around her wrist, which was raised above her head and hanging above the cell.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“How does it feel to get the taste of your own medicine?. Do you feel guilty now for what you have done, or do you have that sick delusion in your head that you are better than Mani?”

“ye… yes Sin. I accept the fact that I was wrong; I shouldn’t have done that to Mani. Now please end this torture; I can’t feel my arms anymore; please, Sin.” She cries out desperately.

“Oh, really?” I slowly stood up from my seat, walking towards her. “And did you have mercy on Mani and my unborn child when you tried to kill them?” I put on my armor’s leather glove, grabbing the bloody knife from the table.

I placed the tip on the wound on her forehead, exactly the same spot Mani had been injured. I dragged the tip of the knife down the open scar, just to make her pay for what she had done. She screamed, her body shaking with immense pain.

“I’m sorry, Sin. I made a mistake, but I have learned my lesson. If you would just let me go, I will never show up in front of you and Mani ever again,” she says through shaky breaths.

I took in her appearance; her body was covered in a lot of scars and bandages, yet I still wasn’t satisfied. Her plea seemed to intensify the anger in me as I thought of how Mani had been scared and how she must have pleaded with her to let her go.

“Why should I do that, Zoey? It’s not like you gave Mani a chance. She had considered you a friend, and yet you betrayed her and everyone’s trust. ” I spat out at her, slashing her on the chest with the knife.

She screamed again, groaning in pain. “I just wanted you. I love you so much, even now as you torture me and hurt me. I still love you. can’t help it.”

I never knew she had such an obsession with me. Was this how Mani felt when I kept forcing myself into her life? It was good that things turned out for the best, but that wasn’t an excuse for how I acted in the beginning. Zoey was obviously not mentally stable; how did we miss it for so many years? She was really good at hiding behind the shadows, pretending to be innocent.

I had taken her from Italy the time she lost her baby despite Nonno’s warning. I had assumed the reason for his hatred towards her was because she was of a different class from us, but now I can see that he saw something in her that we all were too blind to see.

Right now, I don’t see the old Zoey; all I saw was a woman who had a gun pointed at a scared Mani, ready to pull the trigger. I grabbed a hold of her neck, squeezing it tightly. She struggles to breathe; her eyes roll backward. I took a step back, letting go of her neck. She coughs loudly, greedily gasping for air.

When she was finally able to breathe again, I formed my hand into a fist and sent a hard blow into her stomach. This time, when she coughed, she had blood dripping from her mouth to the ground.

She sobs through the pain, and whatever content she was fed last night came pouring down her bare body to the ground.

I gave her a disgusted look. Her eyes were slowly closing, and her breath was uneven. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, bringing her face close to mine. She tried so hard to focus on me, but her eyes kept closing. I tugged her hair hard, and she yelped, screaming in pain.

“Jason and Luna would have been here, sharing in your pain, but of course you had to give them an easy death, since you were so desperately trying to cover your own tracks. But you don’t have to worry. You would be receiving every punishment they had escaped from.” I said it coldly to her without any hint of remorse. “Like I promised Jason, I would bring you close to death just to revive you and do it all over again till i finally get bored and I put you out of your miserable life; until then, enjoy every torture you get.” I let go of her. I was about to leave the basement but stopped.

I turned the two men into the room. “Have fun, but leave her alive. I’m still not done with her. I say to them.

“Yes, Capo,” they both replied instantly, a smirk on their faces as they stared at Zoey like she was a piece of meat.

Sick bastards.

I let out a dark chuckle and was making my way out of the warehouse when I heard the ringing of my phone. I checked the caller ID to see that it was my brother Alexander calling.

“Fratello,” I said, putting the phone to my ear.

“Ciao., I wanted to check on you and Mani.” There was a silent pause. “How is the baby?”

“They are all fine; right now she and Samantha are out clubbing.” I was on my way there. I noticed him take a deep breath at the mention of Samantha’s name.

“Which club is that?” He asked. I knew his reason for asking and smirked.

“The diavolo. Meet you there at 8,” I said slyly.

“Yeah, sure,” he replies before ending the call. I put my phone back in my pocket, I left the warehouse, making my way to my princess.