CLAIMED - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

Lorenzo
The man in front of me screamed in agony as I watched Scar burn the mans throat by pressing his lighted cigar to his skin. I could see the round burn marks on his throat and chin. Scar laughed out loud earning a chuckle from me.
"Please don't kill me!! Please! I need more time sir- please.." he was going to continue his shitty excuse so I did what I do best. I held his mouth open as I pressed my knife in his mouth. His hands were tied behind his back, with his leg chained to the wall. The scenery was beautiful, to say the least.
"How many days did we give him, Scar?" I asked in a monotone voice, not letting a single emotion drip.
"14 days. Two weeks, sir" Scar responded from behind him as a smile lingered on his face. However, it didn't on me. My money and business were not for someone to destroy over stupid shitty excuses. Can't pay? Then take your death.
"Please don't, Sir" he tried to say careful to not let his tongue come in contact with the sharp tool in his mouth. I mentally laughed as I watched him. Did he think so low of me? I positioned the knife to the side of his mouth and pressed harder. I could see blood starting to drip out of his mouth as he cried in pain. His screams sending relief through my body.
"Sir" Scar interrupted me with a scream to be heard over the mans pleads.
"Please Mr. Moretti! I beg you. I have a daughter" he continued as I looked up at Scar. My anger about to kill him instead for interrupting me.
"What?!" I barked at him, as I saw him flinch. Good, he should know where he stands.
"You can't do this. He can't die" he said as he held the old mans face upwards as he continued about his boring story of his family that was "waiting for him". Rubbish. Scars voice rang through my head, but one word stood put; "cant". I looked him dead in the eyes as I took a clench of the mans hair in my fist making him look up to me. With the other hand, I swiped my knife to the right and saw it slit his mouth in two. Blood poured out of his mouth as he let out a loud painful scream. I threw my head back as I laughed. My laughs the only sound I could hear in my brain.
Bella
"arghh" I shrieked as James poured the honey in my hands.
"If you weren't gay Jamie, I would consider you a kinky fucker" I said as I laughed at his horrific expression.
"shut up ok? The company asked for "sweet" pictures and what is sweeter than honey?" he asked as he positioned himself on a chair right in front of me as he held the camera to his face, watching me through the lens.
"understandable. Howeverrrr, I am no model, Jamie" I said as he smiled with me. His eyes twinkling as he did so.
"I know, but you will have to do" he said as he pretended to flick his non existent hair. "I actually wanted Candice Swanepoel, but yeah" he said as he held in his laugh. I gasped loudly as I clutched my heart. "You would replace me with her, if you could?" I asked as I pretend to be sad. Heck, even I would pick her over me.
James nodded as he used his finger to poke my chin, indicating me to smile. I held the honey in my hands and tried to drip it in my mouth as I posed for the camera. We went on for a couple of minutes before I noticed that Ali had walked in and laughed at us, as I continued to make a fool out of myself in front of my friends.
"Guys, if you are done with this, we have something important to discuss" he said as he looked at me. Urggg, here we go.
"We do?" I asked innocently but was dragged out of the chair by Ali before I could continue my sweet act.
Lorenzo
"Boss?" I heard before someone walked in the basement. I looked up to see Russo. Ah, new guy. If he didn't have an important job, I would have punished him right here. What was the meaning of knocking if he wasn't going to wait for my approval to open the door?
"What?" I asked in a low voice. I didn't have the energy to scream right now. Todays morning activity was more than enough training for the day. About that, did Scar clean the cell? I made a mental note to check that later, as I looked at the new guy to start. What was his name again? Richard? No. Romano? No. Never mind.
"You had asked me to keep an eye out on your lady friend. Me and Scar was waiting outside her university, when we found out about her friends' new gallery of your lady friends' pictures?" he said as his statement turned more like a question at the end. I knew he was waiting for a response, but I don't even know if I am following his terrible story telling skills.
"what is your point, kid?" I asked with a straight face, when I really just wanted to bang his face to the wall. NO, he is important Lorenzo. He fits the University look, I don't. And neither does Scar.
His form trembled as he stretched his hand out to set some pictures on my desk. I picked them up as my eyes bulged forward. It was Belle. Laughing and smiling as her hands were covered in honey. She had on a silly head piece and her hair was pulled back into a sleek bun or whatever the girls do. Her tan skin glowing brightly. How would she look in my white bed sheets, her hair loose and tangled in my hands-
New-kid fake coughed as he looked at me. I could see the sides of his mouth itching to smile. "I brought these from the gallery guys" he said. I put down the pictures I was ogling at in front of a new kid like a love sick boy. I straightened my back and fixed my coat.
"Buy all of them" I said as I stood up from my chair as I looked back to get the pictures. New kid was looking at me closely, before I pushed him to the wall. Hard.
"Did you look at her?" I whispered roughly looking at him straight in the eyes. He shook his head frantically.
"Good. Now buy all the pictures" I said as I walked out the basement. I patted my blazer to feel my gun before heading out to handle business. No one was going to look at my Bella. No one.
Bella
I sat there sipping my drink as I looked up at Ali who had his jaw hanging on the floor. I smiled sheepishly as my eyes came in contact with Ali who smacked me lightly on my shoulder.
"what the hell?!" he whisper shouted as he used his arms to lean forward. We were sitting in McDonalds and I could see how he was trying to not freak out.
"and you didn't tell me because?!?!"
"James knows" I mumbled, holding my hand in front of my mouth, trying to chew and swallow my burger in peace. If James knows, then I expect him to tell Ali. They are a couple. Isn't that what couples do?! Gossip? No? Nevermind.
"Plus, I didn't tell him everything. He only knows about the café night. I wasn't even going to tell you about everything, because I know you would worry. And especially yesterdays event- God no" I rambled.
"Where is that idiot?! I am going to kill him and then you. Here I thought he was so responsible. But I was wrong. Instead he is calling a stalking mafia leader who killed someone in front of you......sexy?!" he said loudly, earning glances from people around us. I was about to shush him, before my phone ringed. James. I showed Ali the caller ID, as he nodded and took a sip of my coke. I picked up to hear him scream on the other end;
"I LOVE YOU MORE THAN CANDICE SWANEPOEL AND EVERY OTHER MODEL COMBINED" he shouted loudly, and I could her other students giggles and laughter in the background.
Ali looked at me with furrowed brows, as I can only imagine that he heard James voice. I mirrored his expression and asked; "what are you talking about? I already know" to earn another push by Ali who was looking at me with a serious expression. "Be serious" he mouthed. I nodded.
"CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT A DAY DIDN'T EVEN PASS BEFORE OUR GALLERY SOLD OUT?!?! WHOOO WILL PAY SO MUCH FOR YOUR FACE?!" He shouted and laughed. I laughed silently at his joke before putting it on speaker so Ali could hear everything.
"Who brought it?" he asked with a concerned face.
"Said his name was Scar" was the only thing Ali heard before he ended the call looking at me.