The Kill

ELENA'S POV;

"There's no fucking way, this man here will ever be friends with me. Do you know what this man has been up to? He knows your uncle and your father. What the fuck did you think you could expect from him? He has a link with your father. He has a link to everyone in the mafia that is my enemy, and guess what they're going to use if they want to come against me." He glanced at me. "You." He stated. "He had all the information he needed, all he had to do was woo you to agree with him. And I guess the kind of past that the both of you had was where you thought there was a good connection, whereas he just wanted to use you for his schemes in the mafia." He emphasized. "Now you see why I don't want you going out on your own? You see why I must always be with you along with my men? Because these freaks would have no chance of taking you away from me."

"Antonio, I didn't..." I shut up. He was right, I never thought things through. He stretched his hand while one of his men gave him a gun.

"The news started here, and it will die here." Vito raised his head and looked at me. Why did I feel sorry for him? He hadn't said anything at all until he opened his mouth a little. It was then I realized he didn't have a tongue anymore. I sharply gasped, before falling backwards. Antonio chuckled. "Oh my dear, you haven't seen anything yet. There are other parts of 'him' missing." And honestly with the blood all over Vito's body, I didn't need to be told where. "How does it feel chopping your dick off and feeding it to you. Did you enjoy it?"

I covered my mouth as tears stung the corner of my eyes. I'd completely forgotten how brutal Antonio could be. Vito was obviously in so much pain and was losing a lot of blood. His eyes showed nothing but anger and he only uttered incoherent words as he tried to speak. Vito gave him no time and shot him straight in the head. His eyes remained wide open as he died. The former me would have screamed. But now I trembled. I still couldn't handle this, I had a phobia of it. I couldn't handle seeing anyone die so brutally. It shook the lights out of me. I didn't get myself for minutes as I looked around the floor to realize there was blood splattered all over. I quickly shrunk towards the wall. I couldn't help it...my fear for what just happened.

Antonio slowly moved towards me before he bent to my level. I was scared... terrified even as I looked at Antonio. I knew he wouldn't hurt me but right now I didn't want him touching me. His hands were so bloody...even the scenes of the people he'd killed and I witnessed replayed in my head. I was breathing heavily as my eyes looked up at the man who hung in the air dead, with fresh blood still dripping from his body. It all seemed like a horror movie to me. I stayed that way for some moment and didn't move at all. All I could do was stare into his eyes a little. And I found it really difficult to understand. Was this his new way of punishing me? I would have sincerely preferred spanking to this. Why this? He moved to touch my forehead but I backed away from him.

"You're still scared of watching people die. Perhaps I'll give you the gun next time." He said and I stared at him in disbelief. But he didn't even give me the time to calm down and yanked me upwards.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears were beginning to drop from my eyes.

"I want you to learn Elena. You've trained for three weeks straight and still learned nothing about some strategy. How can I trust that you can handle yourself in tough situations?" He pulled me along with him and took me to his room again. "Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"Did I stutter?" He was mean, overly mean. I gently removed my dress, till it was down to my ankle. He moved towards me, before unbuckling his belt. "Now you have questions to answer." He said and I shuddered awaiting his question. "If you lie to me, you know what you can expect." He warned as he circled me. "Tell me did he touch you?" I knew who he was talking about and gulped. I felt the coldness of the belt skin on my body and jumped a little. That was a warning.

"I..." I gulped. "Antonio I swear I didn't...ow." He hit me on my ass cheeks. The area stung, and I knew it was going to leave a red mark.

"That wasn't what I asked. Did he touch you?"

"Yes...yes he did."

"Where?"

"Antonio please..." I yelped when his belt hit my hip bone. Tears were already in my eyes. He didn't hit me hard enough to leave a scar, but hard enough to sting. My cheeks burned from the tears threatening to fall.

"I'll ask you again. Where? Was it here?" He traced the belt to my breasts. "Or here?" He slowly traced down to my area. I didn't say anything. I was as scared as a puppy searching for shelter.

"Antonio..." He slapped again. This time on my breasts. I really had to stop talking. "Yes, down there." I heard him inhale sharply.

"Fuck." He didn't scream, didn't yell but I could tell he was pissed with the way he raked his fingers through his hair. I felt like I'd cheated on him. To be more straight, I actually did. I just stood there, staring at him. It was as though he was trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with me. I was pained...wounded. I felt disgusted and sincerely wished I'd never gone to the club.

"You allowed my brother to touch you." He said in a foreboding tone. "Why?" He wasn't yelling, why wasn't he yelling? I couldn't predict him this way, but he moved towards me. "Why the fuck aren't you answering?"

"Antonio..." I was more than terrified right now because it looked like he could lose it anytime. He raised his hand and I screamed, falling back to the bed as I shielded myself. Everywhere was disturbingly silent. I trembled as I gently lowered my hands. My hair clung to my face as I looked up. He looked... stunned. The hand he raised was behind his head.

"Were you thinking I was going to hit you just now?" I trembled, sobbing a little out of fright. He lowered his hands and walked out of the room before slamming the door shut.