Victoria stepped forward again, pleading with her eyes.
"Let him go," she murmured softly.
Vincente's expression darkened. His gaze was on his aunt. He glared at her.
"Excuse me?" he growled. His voice deepened, his words angry. Victoria stepped back from him, her hand up.
"I mean... You hurt him enough, didn't you?"
Vincente felt his anger rise. He walked towards his aunt, his hands fisting. He stopped in front of her, his body towering over her.
"No," he growled. "I didn't."
She gasped softly, her eyes wide. "Vincente-"
"Shut up!" he barked angrily. His aunt winced, her eyes watering.
Vincente glared at her, feeling his anger rage through him. He was breathing harshly, his hands shaking with rage.
"HE DARED TO RAPE MY WIFE!!!DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!!"
Vincente roared loudly, slamming his fist against the wall.
Victoria jumped, tears pricking at her eyes. She turned away from him and then left the room, crying.
Vincente watched her leave.
Vincente left the library. He walked back to his bedroom.
When he went inside, he found Evangeline sitting on the bed. She leaned back, her knees up.
Her legs were covered with a blanket, her dark hair loose.
Clara was tending to her back, rubbing ointment into the bruise on her arm.
Evangeline had changed into a new dress, the lilac fabric covering her body.
Clara moved back, smiling softly at Evangeline.
"Feeling better?" she murmured gently.
Evangeline nodded, without looking at her. Vincente stood at the door, watching them.
Evangeline looked up at him and her eyes getting watery as if she again remembered the harsh scene.
Vincente walked towards her
He wore a light blue shirt paired with dark jeans.
The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, exposing his muscular arms.
His dark hair was messy, his blue eyes on Evangeline. Clara noticed Vincente coming towards her.
She stood up, bowing to him softly. "Sir, I'm leaving," she murmured. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Evangeline's face.
Clara left the room, closing the door behind her.
He sat next to her, his thigh touching hers. Evangeline looked at him silently, her brown eyes on his face.
Vincente grabbed her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers.
He lifted his hand, wiping away the tear drop falling down her cheek with his thumb.
Evangeline trembled, her breath caught in her throat. His touch was gentle, his skin rough against hers.
Vincente leaned forward and then kissed her forehead softly.
His lips were warm, his breath cool.
Evangeline closed her eyes, breathing harshly. His fingers rubbed against hers, his other hand on her thigh.
"I was so scared," she murmured softly. "He touched me and I-" her voice broke, tears filling her eyes. "I screamed for you." Vincente's gaze hardened, his jaw tightening. He squeezed her hand, pulling her to him.
"Shh....doll..no one will ever dare touch you again. I promise." he promised.
His voice was cold, his promise deadly. Evangeline shivered, her breath harsh.
Her face was wet with tears, her cheeks pale. She trembled, her eyes on Vincente.
"Don't cry," he murmured softly, rubbing his thumb on her cheek. "Rest for now."
He pulled his hand back, his gaze on her face. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.
"Please don't leave." she begged, her voice cracking.
"I'll be back soon," he promised, his voice soft. Evangeline nodded. Vincente stood up, walking towards the door. He opened it and then left the room.
Evangeline's eyes followed him, her gaze on his back. She then wrapped her arms around herself tightly.
Vincente walked into the cell, his boots echoing off the walls.
Mike was standing with his hands tied to the ceiling, his head hanging down.
Vincente's men were standing on either side of him.
They were armed, their gazes cold. They showed respect by boeing to him when Vincente came in.
The two men behind him followed, their eyes on Mike. Vincente walked to Mike. He pushed his head up roughly.
Mike was breathing harshly, blood dripping from his mouth.
Vincente smiled coldly at him. "You wanted to rape my wife the Don's wife!!!," he growled.
Mike shook his head, trying to speak.
Vincente slammed his hand across his face, making Mike groan. He yelped in pain, his blood dripping on the floor.
"You begged me to stop," Vincente murmured coldly. Mike's eyes were wide, tears running down his cheeks.
"Bring me a sharp scissor," he told one of his men. The man hurriedly went to an old wardobe and opened its drawer, coming back with a scissor.
He bowed to Vincente, his gaze on the Don. Vincente took the scissor from him.
Mike looked up at him, fear in his eyes.
"Now," Vincente began coldly, his eyes on the man in front of him.
His men pulled Mike down, letting him stand. He was struggling, but his hands were bound to the ceiling. Vincente looked at him with deadly stare.
He told his men to take of his clothes, which they did without saying a word. Mike screamed and squirmed.
Vincente watched him, coldly.
"Spread his legs wide," Vincente ordered. His men did as they were told.
Mike was crying, his sobs echoing off the walls. He shook with fear, his body trembling.
Vincente moved towards him, the scissor in hand.
One of his men held him by the shoulders, the others holding his legs apart.
Mike's cock was on full view to Vincente now. His cock was small, his balls hairy.
Vincente looked at the cock, a cruel smile on his lips.
"Bring me gloves," he murmured.
His men hurriedly brought him a pair of black surgury gloves. Vincente slipped his hands into the gloves.
He gripped the scissors tighter and walked closer to Mike. Mike whimpered, his eyes on Vincente's face.
"Please... " Mike pleaded, his face wet with tears.
Vincente said nothing. He just cut the man's cock off, his scissors sharp.
The cock was small, but it was still a painful act. Mike's screams filled the room. His cock fell to the floor, blood spraying out.
Vincente stepped back, his cold blue eyes on Mike. His gaze was deadly, his expression cruel.
He then turned around and left the room with his men following him. The guards remained with Mike, whose body went limp.
The torture chamber echoed with his screams of agony. The blood dripped on the floor from his cock, filling the room with its smell.
Vincente walked down the dark hallway, his feet echoing off the stone walls.
The cells were on either side of the hallway, the prisoners screaming and begging.
Their cries and pleas echoed off the hallway, mingling together. Men walked behind him, following him silently. He stopped in front of a cell and then turned to his men.
"Keep him alive. I want him to suffer. He doesn't die." he ordered. His men nodded, bowing their heads in respect.
The Don left the hallway, his footsteps echoing behind him. The cries of the prisoners continued, filling the hallway with sound.
A door slammed, and then the hallway was silent once again.