Chapter 16
SAINT'S POV
14 hours earlier
A twisted apprehension sinks to my marrow and pits out of my bones.
Staring down at the naked bum whimpering on the concrete floor. "The fuck are you crying for?" I question with annoyance. He trembles sniffing back the snot drooling out of his nostrils. "I-I didn't do it." He cries to himself pulling his legs up to his chest. "P-p-pleaseeee."
Of course, he did. I do not torture people for fun...
I torture them for the fucking pleasure.
Crouching down to his level I loosen the tie around my neck. Cracking my tense neck then satisfied when I hear the popping sounds of my bones.
Christ, I love the sound of breaking bones, and soon, I will hear them.
"Didn't do what Angelo?" I question. He lifts his eyes, his haunted gaze meeting mine as I watch the fear swimming in his green pools. I push back the urge to sink my thumbs into his eye sockets. I have to be patient. "I didn't double cross you, Saint. I promise and devote my loyal-"