Subduing The Mafia Don

n through his mind. For the last couple of days all that had mattered to him was finding the Drive and torturing the person who had

e had her, but for some goddamn reason he couldn’t find it in himself to lay a finger on her. Not when she looked so vul

couldn’t see a thing. It took a few seconds for it to dawn on her, she was blindfolded, tied hands and feet to a chair. Fear enveloped her being and she began to tremble on her chair. Tears forcing their way from behind the blindfo

n frustration when all her efforts seemed to do was have the ties dig even

won’t budge a bit.” The voice that spoke caused Si

d; convinced her that it belonged to one of the Russian men. Not the one that had made

found a clear path from her eyes down her cheeks even with the blindfold sti

had control over everything around him. Everything. But seeing the young girl with fu

or cause her pain. He sighed once more, shaking his head to dispel his line of thoughts. Taking quick steps towards her, he reached behind her head to p

shining with tears, towards him. Silver gasped softly at the sight before her. It was the

but the look in his eyes didn’t match it and that confused her. What was he going to do to her? She couldn’t really tell, cause his muscles wa

ching her every reaction, the way she sniffed, or gulped and the way

did he even take notice of such irrelevant things? How was he supposed to tortu

ng slightly. The pressure of being in the presence o

previous position, standing by the wall. This was going to be harder than he thought. Much harder than he thought. He pinched the bridge of his nos

is.” Rodriguez said, his voice calm but filled with unspoken threats. Silver knew there was absolutely no use tryi

g on to it, in- case you c-came bac-k for it. T-then I to-ok it home a-and when I got back, it was gone.” Sil

her and the fact that she still had her hands tied made it even more difficult. Rodriguez couldn’t bear the sight before h

ttle better the moment that he stepped out of the room. This wasn’t good, not a single bit. Rodriguez previously suspected that Silver could

ecause she only stopped when it felt like her tear ducts had ex

an it did when she had just woken up. Taking a moment to study the r

oom, asides the chair she was bound to was the bright bulb hanging off the ceiling. Sighing softly, she shuffled in h

uldn’t figure out what these people had in store for her and thinking about it all ma