If you are sensitive to torture and violence, I suggest you skip this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.

Ace tightened the rope around the man's neck tighter and tighter. “You are going to be a good obedient boy and fucking speak.”

The man choked on air struggling against the iron chair he was bound to. His face turned red from the lack of oxygen.“I.. I was only paid to check the surroundings…”

“What else?”Ace growled. He was normally calmer during such situations. But he had already been pissed off for a whole week because of a certain assassin.

This guy was now going to face the depth of his pent up anger and frustration. “I.. I.. Was asked to take pictures.. Note the amount of guards present, the security system used”

Ace loosened the rope around the man's neck allowing him to suck in a lungful of air. “Who paid you?” He asked the man as he headed towards the walls assessing the different torture weapons.

His mind was still swirling with thoughts of her. It shouldn't have hurt. But the ache in his chest had amplified every single day she chose to ignore his presence. He hated it. He hated that he allowed a woman he just met to have such control on him.

He had purposely left while she was showering and even though he knew.. She probably wouldn't come. He kept a beacon of hope, that maybe, just maybe she might barge in any seconds now. Hope, that feeling was only going to keep the fools alive.

Clenching his jaw, he grabbed the hammer, throwing it from his right hand to his left one as if it was a ball. “Perfect, are you ready to hear your bones crack, buddy?”

The man shook his head struggling fiercely against the iron bands “No… please.. Have mercy.. Please”

“What is it with people always begging me after they fuck with me? Don't you know the consequences of messing with the devil?”Ace said, his voice deep and dangerously low. His Hazel eye, no more warm and inviting but burning with the fire of a thousand suns. The grey one darkened as well announcing the arrival of a thunderstorm.

“I warned you to cooperate. You chose the hard way. Now, again. Who paid you?”Ace growled as he slammed the hammer on the man's knee hearing the satisfying crunch of bones.

The man screamed in agony and pain. The sound of his screams echoing in the basement. Ace slammed the hammer harder in response. “It was a man named Marco” The man cried out.

“Surname?”Ace asked, trailing the edge of the hammer against the man's arm now.

“I don't know.. He never said it..” The man mumbled, shaking in agony.

Ace paused looking deep in thoughts. Marco.. It had to be Marco Bianchi who recently wanted a partnership with Ace regarding the production of high quality weed. Ace had refused. The launching of the production was done by him and his father. It was their own sweat and hard work. Being the number one in business while secretly producing weed, marijuana, cannabis was no easy feat. He was not about to partner with a greedy bastard like Marco who could blow everything up in a single second.

But, It seems Marco didn't like being refused. Smiling wickedly, Ace whispered “Well, you know what is going to happen to you right?”

The man looked up, his brown eyes blurry with tears. “Please l-let me go”

“Now we both know this is not going to happen"Ace said, his voice laced with cruelty. He was not known as the devil for nothing.

“Help, please!”The man pleaded looking at the men positioned all around the walls.

Ace laughed cruelly. “You think those men will help you? Go ahead, beg them to help you”

The man looked around, his eyes wild. Just like a caged animal hoping for an escape, a way out but all he saw was emotionless faces regarding him like he was dirt beneath their shoes. No one was coming to save him.

“Ah the realisation that settles upon you when you know, this is it. Death knocking on your door.. Frightening right?”Ace asked, his voice filled with malicious intent.

“Any last words?”Ace asked as he trailed the hammer against the man's cheek.

The man looked up at Ace. His brown eyes filled with agony, pain, hatred. “Possa tu bruciare all'inferno” The man spat.

Ace grinned sadistically. “L'inferno non spaventa il diavolo” He slammed the hammer against the man's shoulder in response.

He lifted the hammer and slammed. Again and again, anywhere he could reach. Enjoying the sounds of pain and bones breaking. His devil roared to the surface enjoying the smell of fear, blood and agony. Maybe if he wasn't this mad, this man would have obtained a less painful death.

Too bad, he was feral in that instant. That assassin had awoken his most primal side and he was completely mad. Mad with anger. With desire. With need to claim a woman who wanted nothing to do with him. That alone made him lose every ounce of self control he ever had.

One taste of her was like poison. A fucking poison slowly infiltrating his mind, heart and soul driving him to the brick of insanity. But he wasn't going to accept defeat that easily.

He was going to teach that assassin a lesson. Give her a taste of her own medicine. Let her feel how it felt to be ignored. With that thought in mind, he left the underground basement with the man's dead broken body limp on the chair.

“Destroy his camera, phone and devices. Have Enzo hack into Marco’s system and destroy everything the guy already sent and reinforce the factory security systems."Ace ordered just before closing the door.

Possa tu bruciare all'inferno - May you burn in hell

L'inferno non spaventa il diavolo -Hell does not scare the devil