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Chapter 34
A week later.
Dame POV
iving his fist into giovannis face again. Giovanni’s head whipped to the side, blood dripping from
“You fucking touched my
my wife.
Dante snarled, driving his mouth as he coughed out a pained chuckle.
“Your wife?” he exhaled, as if reliving the moment. “Fuck. I can still feel her trembling under me” He grinned, tongue running over his teeth. “She felt so fucking good. Maybe that’s why I just couldn’t stop myself.”
If you were just a little bate-
The man whimpered, his swollen lips barely able to form another word. Dante moved faster than the man could react, a switchblade flicking open in his hand. With one swift motion, he sliced into the man’s skin, dragging the blade slowly, deep, savoring the way flesh split open. A scream tore from his throat, but Dante only smiled
Dante signaled Andrew with a flick of his fingers. Andrew stepped forward, unclasping the chains that bound Clovanni’s wrists. Giovanni flexed his hands, wincing from the pain, but the smugness hadn’t entirely left his face. Andrew grabbed the man’s hair, yanking his head back while holding him in place.
“These were the same hands,” Dante murmured, “that touched what’s mine?” His smirk grew wider, deadlier. Every time he looked at his arm the sight of my wife shivering in fear came back before my eyes.With rages building in him. He looked at Luca who nodded his head befor going away and walking in with a big chainsaw in his hand.
Giovanni eyes widden, the smugness on his face replaced by fear. Without giving him a little time Dance slammed the chainsaw on his left arm cutting it off. Giovanni screamed as his hand fell to the floor making a thud sound. Dante kicked the arm into away like it was some sort of ball before turning back to the now bloodied bastard. He was whimpering in pain begging him to stop but Dante couldn’t care less. He walked to his right hand
“You won’t be able to touch another women in your life” Dante said while chopping off his another hand. A bloodcurdling scream echoed in the room. Even Andrew and Luca flinched a liorle.
Dante threw the chainsaw to the ground with a loud clang, his chest rising and falling with barely contained rage. Blood splattered across the concrete, the scent of iron thick in the air, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet
He remembered the fingure marks on his wife’s soft skin of her chin Purple buries on his wife’s neck, skin chest. His jaw clenched, he stalked toward his collection
One by one, he slid the iron nail extension rings onto his fingers. Sharp, jagged points gleamed under the dim light, each tip designed to tear titrough flesh like paper.
Giovanni was barely consciouses when Dante grabbed his chin, hard, forcing his head up with brutal strength.
Giovanni barely lead time to register the pain before the iron nails sank into his skin.
“Look at me,” Dante ordered, his voice dangerously low.
The bastard whimpered as the sharp poius dug deeper, piercing through torn flesh, Blood welled up instantly, thick crimson beads rolling down his cheeks like fucking tears. He wanted to remove Dante’s hand from his skin. He wanted to get away from it but he couldn’t Dante smiled.
“Were these the same lips that kissed what’s mine?” Dante asked, his voice laced with something twisted anusement, hunger. pure psychotic rage.
Giovanni’s breath hitched, his swollen lips trembling. He shook his head frantically, desperation elguding his bloodshot eyes. “N–no. I didn’—”
Dante clicked his tongue, unimpressed.
The bastard was sobbing now, his body convulsing in useless struggle, the chains rauling violently as he thrashed. But it was fucking useless.
Dante grinned, watching the panic bloom, feeding off in like a beast starved for pain.
His fingers shut out, gripping Giovanni’s jaw, forcing his mouth open. Blood and saliva dripped down his chin, but Dante didn’t care. He traced the sharp tip of his iron nail across the bastard’s bottom lip, pressing just enough to split the skin open.
Giovanni screamed.
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Dante only laughed.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, tilting his head as if in thought. “You won’t have lips to lie with for much longer. Just then Dante pressed the blade against his lips before cutting it off.
Giovanni blood shot right at his face face making a grin played on Dante’s face as he watched his organ fell on to the floor. Giovanni screamed trembling in pain making me Dante laughters even more.
Andrew and Luca stood a few feet away, their bodies tense, their faces were blank but the chill in their spines was real.
Andrew swallowed hard, flicking a wary glance at Luca. His friend looked just as pale, eyes fixed on the Dante.
Luca exhaled sharply, muttering, “Fucking hell.”
Andrew ran a hand down his face, his jaw tensing before he murmured under his breath, “Bloody hell. Remind me to never–never–look at Boss’s wife again”
Luca huffed out something that was almost a laugh. “Love makes people crazy”
Andrew snapped his head toward him, eyes wide. “Crazy?” He gestured toward Dante–who was currently grinning as blood dripped from his fingers. “That’s not crazy. That’s madness. He is gon-
Luca cut him off with a shake of his head, “That’s Love”
Andrew stared at him.
Luca stared back
Meanwhile Dance had the coldest smirk, he took his wickedly sharp knife and positioned it against the man’s stomach. “I could end you quick.” he murmured, pressing the blade just enough to break skin. “But where’s the fun in that?”
And then he carved his name, Not deep enough to kill immediately just enough to make him suffer.
Screams filled the air. Dante leaned in, whispering the last thing the man would ever hear. This is what happens mine”
And with one final look at his masterpiece, Dante exhaled slowly, satisfaction curling at the edges of his lips.
to anyone who dares touch what’s
Giovanni’s screams were raw, broken. The flames licked at his flesh, devouring him inch by inch, but the bastard was still alive. Sull feeling every agonising second.
Dante took his time, pulling out a cigarette
He stepped forward, gaze locked on Giovanni’s wide, terror–drenched eyes, watching as the flames reflected in them.
With calm precision, he lowered the cigarette toward the fire, letting it catch, letting the heat sear.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he brought it to his lips, inhaling deep. Savouring it
While he let Giovanni burn
And Dance made sure the bastard felt every second of it.
-You
put your hands on my wife, and you thought you’d live to tell the story?”
“Andrew !” He called out with in his blank
“Yes boss!”
expression
He looked at Lara, his eyes gleaming with something wicked. ‘Send what’s left of him to his daughter. I will bet my childhood friend have a little family reunion.”
Andrew gulped while nodding his head.
Dante ran a hand through his hair, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the remnants of his rage. “I need to go see my Amore now. She must be waiting for me” His voice had softened, a stark contrast to the brutality that he had just unfolded.
He turned to leave but paused mid–step. “Oh, wail”
His looked at Luca before dropping to his own blood–soaked shirt. He frowned. “Remove your shirt.”
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Luca blinked. “What?”
“Your damn shint
Luca frowned, arms instinctively crossing over his chest. “Why the hell would I do that?
Dante sighed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Because my love will freak out if she sees all this blood.”
Luca scoffed but peeled off his shirt, grumbling under his breath. “Fucking hell, the things I do for you.”
Andrew chuckled. “At least we know he’s still human
Dante smirked, slipping into the clean shirt before heading out, as if he hadn’t just carved a man’s body into pieces.
