Page 40 of Ma Belle Marguerite (Hidden Secrets #1)

Alexander

I storm my way into the basement. I’m going to kill my brother if it is the last thing that I do. But first, this man will die; he hurt Ma Belle and needs to pay. There will be no taking it easy.

I open the door to see the guy Josh mentioned strapped to a chair.

His arms are bound to the side. D is punching the guy in his stomach while classical opera music plays loudly along with pained groans.

He looks up as he hears the door slam shut.

He walks over to the radio and turns the volume down so we can speak.

“Come to have a turn, boss? He isn’t giving up anything yet. ”

“I don’t need him to tell me anything. I already know who he is, where he came from, and who he works for.” I remove my shirt and place it on the table in the corner. I’d rather not get blood on it, it’s my favorite.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, buddy.” D is just playing with the guy like he is a toy. He used to be in the army, and his specialty was interrogation. But he also enjoys watching me have fun, he’s a real team player. It’s part of why we get along so well. He really likes my innovative ideas as well.

As I turn back to look at the asshole who is about to be crying like a little bitch I see D has all my favorite toys out and ready for me. Such a great right-hand man.

“I do have a couple of questions for you, though, before you go for a swim.” I grab my pliers and stand before the guy strapped to the chair. Might as well start simple and predictable.

The asshole tries to spit at me but misses. “I won’t tell you anything stupid mother fucker.” His words are slurred; D did a real number on his face before I got here.

“Why did Cole send you here?” He tries to hide the shock on his face by looking at the ground like it is the most interesting thing he has ever seen.

“Yes, I wasn’t lying when I said I knew things.

If you want this to go easier for you then you could just confirm what I know and we could be done here. ”

He keeps his mouth shut. It's time to do some nail trimming, I guess. Not that I am complaining. It has been awhile since I have had someone to play with.

I start with his left hand, slowly pulling his thumbnail off first. His groans turn into screams, and the tension builds as I pull harder and harder, until his nail is severed from the digit with a pop.

I take my time pulling each fingernail off his hand while he screams and cries in pain. It is music to my ears.

I hold my hand out to D and he already has my next toy ready for me. It is a bit unconventional, but it works.

“I will ask you again: Why did Cole send you here?” He remains stoic. This guy is tough, minus his cries of pain, I’ll give him that.

“I don’t know who that is.” He tries to be brave and lie to me.

“You’re willing to die for my piece of shit brother?

He is currently at the bar with all your buddies.

They’re drinking and laughing. Not one of them cares that you aren’t there, and they aren’t looking for you.

Cole knew whoever he sent was going on a suicide mission and you were the expendable one.

” I see a look of anger pass through his eyes quickly, but he schools it.

“Suit yourself.” Shrugging my shoulders I take the large fish hook from D and use the pliers to get a good grip on it.

He reaches out and holds the guy's thumb still for me, because even with his arm strapped down he can still move his fingers and this will hurt.

I need precision and control to get the hook in the right place.

Holding the hook I push it through his thumb, where his nail used to be. Stopping part way through his thumb giving him a ‘last chance’ look. He still says nothing, well aside from some screamed out swear words, so I push the hook the rest of the way through.

“Still nothing to say? That’s fine. This is my favorite hook, so I will be needing it back.” I rip it out by pulling it back through the way it went in.

He passes out from the pain. Maybe he isn’t as tough as I thought. Little fucking bitch.

We give him a moment while I update D on what Josh told me about Cole being at the bar with the rest of the men from the job out of town he did recently.

I do a quick sternum rub to wake this pain in my ass back up. There's nothing like the feeling of someone's knuckles rubbing on that hard bone in the middle of your chest to wake you up after you pass out from too much pain.

I may have some issues, but now is not the time to care. Some people do yoga, I enjoy causing pain.

Right as he opens his eyes, I stick the hook in his thumb again right beside the last hole, but I push it all the way through this time with what probably looks like a manic smile on my face.

It is a good thing this room is soundproof. I wouldn’t want Bella and the twins to hear all this pussy’s screaming.

“I didn’t know Cole was your brother. He just gave me an address and said to shoot the woman and kids, but to only kill the kids.

I saw them all out by the pool, but I don’t kill kids, so I waited til they went inside.

” He’s barely able to talk. He is so weak it’s embarrassing.

“If I had known she was your woman, I wouldn’t have done it.

My boss back home wants to work with you! ”

“Well, your first mistake was being here, your second was admitting that, and add on that you shot my Bella. You signed your own death warrant.” I leave the hook in his thumb and walk over to my table of toys.

Some people would probably call me crazy, but nothing is off the table when it comes to my Bella.

The song ‘The Magic Flute’ comes on and gives me an idea. “D, where is your flute you had in here? I want to see if we can do a magic trick with it.”

Walking over to the chair I kick the front legs of the chair, causing it to flip over and his face to smash on the floor.

“Sorry, D, but you get the job of taking his pants off for me.” I grab the flute from his hand, and rub the mouth piece end in some of the blood on the ground. I need it to be a little bit slippery to help get in the tight space it’s about to enter.

D has him in the perfect position, like that one song says, ‘face down, ass up’ but he ain’t going to like this fuck. “Gag him so we don’t have to listen to his whining.” Grabbing an old bloody rag off the floor, D shoves it into his mouth as he laughs, knowing what I am about to do next.

Just as the song peaks, I shove the end of the flute into his asshole; drowning out his muffled screams. I get it almost to the first key. I wonder if I could make him fart so I could play along to the music.

While I have him here, he could use a little shave. I grab my peeler, which most people use to peel vegetables, but I prefer to use it to remove unnecessary layers of skin.

I stand in front of him and pull the rag out of his mouth. His eyes, which he could barely keep open a moment ago, are now wide as he looks at what I have in my hand.

“I think we need to shave you down a bit before you go for a swim, to make you more hydrodynamic.” He will suffer for what he did and I plan to enjoy every second of it.

D laughs as I hand him the rag and he shoves it back in the guy's mouth, and ties it behind his head.

“Where shall we start? Legs, arms, balls?” He starts squirming and grunting trying to get away. As I step on his leg D steps on his back. “Relax, this shouldn’t hurt too much.”

“Boss, it doesn’t look like he even has any balls to shave.” D mocks him.

I notice a woman's name on him. “How about we take this tattoo off his wrist to keep as a reminder of who we should pay our next visit to.” I would never hurt an innocent woman, but he doesn’t need to know that.

I stand on his arm as I slowly and carefully use my peeler like a blade but push too hard and go too deep. Oops. Adjusting my hold on the shaver I try again and remove the tattoo in one piece this time.

Just as I am about to make my next cut, my phone starts ringing. I nod my head to D to check who it is.

“It’s Josh,” he answers the call for me. “Boss’s phone, you’re on speaker.”

“I need you upstairs, and it cannot wait. I know this is personal for you but I wouldn’t interrupt for nothing.” I don’t like how anxious he sounds. I wanted to be the one to end this fuckers life but if he has information that I need I will have to let D handle it for me.

“I’ll wash up and be right there.” I hand the peeler over to D, walk to the sink in the corner, and start scrubbing. “Make sure he has a long, slow death. Cut no corners. He may have only grazed Bella’s arm, but to me, there is no difference between that and killing her.”

I don’t wait for an answer; I just grab my phone and pull on my shirt before I head upstairs.

The house is extra quiet, and my footsteps seem to echo. Everything feels extra loud, and my adrenaline is still going. There is nothing like a good torture session to get the blood flowing.

I make it to my office without running into anyone, which is probably for the best, as I have blood on my clothes despite trying to be careful.

Josh turns and looks at me as I enter my office. His face doesn’t betray any emotion. He just stares blankly at me.

“What did you need me right away for? I was just starting to shave the guy.” I try not to sound annoyed, but this better be worth leaving that room.

“Come look at my screen as I explain this to you.” He turns back to his computer screens and starts moving things around. I lean in closer to try and see what all these pages are that he has up on his screens.