Page 68 of Bloody Savage God
I parked my car a bit down the road, having tailed Mario here across town. Pulling on his arm, I drag Mario in that direction. He’s putting up a fight, so I pull back and hit the side of his neck hard. That has him crumble to the pavement of the side-walk, turning him into dead weight. But at least he’s not struggling anymore.
Mateo steps in front of me, a gun at his side. “You’ve got to take off right now, buddy.”
I think I’m actually starting to like the guy, though he’s got some work ahead of him. As it stands though, I’ve got to speed things up.
“Well, that’s exactly what I’m planning. I just got to get my friend here to the car real quick. Want to give me a hand?”
Mateo looks at me in utter disbelief. To be fair, I’m not known for my humor, so I give him a hard look instead. “You work for Gianna Bruno?”
Mateo nods.
“Give her a call right now and tell her Mikhail Tsepov is delivering her uncle to her place in the woods. She’ll know where to meet me.”
“Like fuck.” Mateo widens his steps, gun raised at my head now.
I’m changing my mind. He’s getting irritating.
“Call her,” I growl.
For a second, the Italian looks at me, as if trying to decide if this is some sort of trick, then his free hand disappears in his pocket. A second later, he says, “Gianna? Yeah, Mikhail Tsepov is here. He’s knocked Mario out. Right in front of the restaurant.”
Ah, looks like the boy scout knows who I am. Nice.
There is a pause before he speaks again. “I’ve got a gun pointed at him. He says he’ll deliver Mario to your place in the woods.”
I’m tempted to interrupt and tell him how useless his fucking gun is if he’s going to be too slow to pull the trigger, which my intuition tells me will be the case, but I need to get this show on the road. Being out in the street with a knocked out mobster and a guy waving around a gun is a good way to draw the wrong kind of attention. Plus, I’m almost surprised none of the other men have come outside yet. Can’t be long before they locate their scrotums to retrieve their balls.
“Seriously?” Mateo asks, but quickly follows it up with, “Yeah, okay. Sure.”
He hangs up the phone and puts his gun away.
“Where is your car? I’ll take his legs.”
The grin that spreads across my face is one of pure evil. Soon, my goddess will need to relieve some of the tension that always builds up when I get to let out the truly ugly side of me.
Luckily, it sounds like she’s already on her way to meet me.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Mikhail
Thesoundofgravelcrunching under my tires reverberates through the woods as I crawl up to the log cottage. I much prefer to be the one doing the kidnapping this time, though I can’t deny having fond memories of this place.
The thought makes my cock twitch as I cut off the engine and step out, striding towards the trunk to haul a zip-tied Mario out of the trunk.
He moans, but I ignore him as I drag him towards the cottage. The door’s lock doesn’t present a problem since I watched Gianna put in the number key last time I was here. I had been prepared to break in, but it looks like she hasn’t had a chance to change the combination yet. The realization rouses a protective instinct in me. Her grief made her careless, but she won’t have to worry about that for much longer, because once she gives in, I’ll always watch out for her safety.
I shove Mario’s still unconscious body into the cottage, dropping him onto the wooden floor. I took a page out of Gianna’s handbook and kept him knocked out, though I went with good old chloroform instead of whatever fancy drugs she injected me with.
Looking around, I take in the rustic interior. Now that I’ve seen the inside of her villa in Toronto, the contrast is pretty stark. Instead of fancy opulence, this place is all comfort.
For a moment I consider putting Mario down in the dungeon, but that place feels special, so instead I walk over to a chair in the corner and carry it over to where Mario lies. Call me lazy, but the guy had one too many pizzas in his lifetime.
With practiced hands, I affix his arms and legs to the chair, using more zip ties to bind him tightly. Pulling them extra forcefully gives me a sadistic kind of thrill, that I’m sure will add to the current of energy humming through my body that only one woman will be able to release for me.
I assume I don’t have a lot of time before Gianna shows up, but there isn’t much I can do before Mario wakes up, so I wander over to the kitchen, where I find a couple of freezer meals. I pop a chicken one in the microwave and go through the drawers until I find a fork.
As I eat the flavorless mush, I keep my eyes on Mario, feeling pleased with the way this has worked out. He’s tied up like a pretty present, and I’ll make sure to add some color to him before I present my gift to Gianna.
