Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 90

Luca’s POV

I turned my head around once the compound was empty of any guard and turned my head around until

my head was facing in the direction of Ivan’s cousin, and a startled yelp flee out his lips as soon as I

was suddenly focusing my gaze on him all of a sudden, and was jerking him forward with my grip

around his shoulder all of a sudden.

“You and your cousin are in a lot of trouble.” I said to him and he started to shake his head, wringing his

hands at his sides nervously and parting and closing his mouth up as nothing managed to escape due

to how nervous he obviously was.

“Go in there and get the guard who had tricked you all into coming out here.” I said to him and used my

grip on his shoulder to drag him around before finally pushing him slightly into the direction of the

house, and once again, I watched as he did as told, slightly stumbling and then regaining his balance

immediately then making his way towards the house like he had been told.

I turned my head around and glanced down at James and Ivan who had been staring straight at each

other without saying a thing for really long minutes. James, on feeling my gaze on him, finally moved

into action and I watched as he stretched out his hand and used it to tug on Ivan’s chest until Ivan was

sitting up on the floor, and their faces were only a few centimeters apart from each other’s.

“Why in the world did you think kidnapping someone that was his, was agood idea.” James started to

ssy to James, gesturing upwards with a jerk of his head and that was when it dawned on Ivan, and that

was when he just started to absorb our main reasons for coming to pay him another visit, like he had

started earlier on.

“I – I, hadn’t that been sorted out already? He already told me he’d pay the whole hospital bills and I

agreed immediately…” Ivan had started to say almost instantly in reply to James, his eyes darting

upwards to stare at me for a moment and even before the whole words could completely leave his

mouth, James was reaching forward and delivering a solid punch on Ivan’s cheeks.

“Shut the fuck up about the whole damn hospital bills, your moron.” James warned in a low voice and

Ivan clutched the side of his tsce where he was punched in as he stared into James face, totally not

seeing that particular punch coming.

“Now, what did you inject her with?” James started to asked after a moment and I observed as Ivan’s

face twisted in pain as his hand pressed into the side of his face, and he hesitated for a moment,

glaring angrily at James– a gesture which earned him another sharp punch in the other side of how

face from James, and Ivan couldn’t for the life of him, stifle the cry that slipped out of his mouth the

moment after James knuckles connected with the other side of his cheeks.

“Do I look like I am fucking playing with you right now? Fucking answer me right now before I blow up

your stupid brains with my gun.” James warned him in a low angry voice while jolting and shaking him

with his grip on his shirt and I watched as Ivan’s face which was still hardened, moments ago, was now

currently painted with fear.

“What did you inject her with?” James repeated himself and I watched as Ivan only puffed out a sharp

breath from his nose before starting to reply to James’ question, in a really hoarse and cracked voice.

“It was a bunch of hard drugs.”

James punched him in the face as soon as the words left his lips and I watched as he threw his head

back as a pained cry escaped his mouth, the parts around his cheeks where he had been punched at

was current starting to get swollen up.

“You bastard.” James spat out at Ivan as soon as he turned his head sharply with his grip on the front

of his shirt and I watched as Ivan’s head which was thrown backwards, moments ago, was being

thrown forward immediately.

“What are the drugs which you injected into her veins?” James continued, his voice carrying a sharp, Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

daring edge to it and each word of how was literally daring everyone to not dare mess with him.

“I already answered you, man. I said it was a bunch of fucking drugs, I don’t even know the names, I

just know that heroine and some other hard drugs were mixed together in order to knock her out faster

than she’d ever realized.” Ivan started to say to loudly into James face, an outraged expression on his

face and before he could blink, James was delivering a hard punch at the side of his lips, a hit which

bursted his lips instantly, and also bruised his insides of hoe cheeks in the process.

Ivan leaned over to the side of the ground to spit out blood mixed with spit, his face resembling a

punching box due to how different parts were swollen badly.

It was because James' punches were so damn tough.

“Do you know how sick you are? Huh?” James started to say to Ivan once again, shaking Ivan around

with his grip on his shirt for emphasis and I watched as Ivan moaned in pain, his voice sounding really

bad and scratch.

“You’re a really huge piece of shit and I hope no woman gets to end up being cursed by getting you for

a husband.” Ivan said to him in a sharp voice, and as he kept repeating all those words, he was

punctuating those words with sharp punches into Ivan’s face and throat until his grip on Ivan’s shirt was

the only thing holding him up.

I glanced up away from them and chucked on seeing Ivan’s cousin who I had sent inside the house to

go get the guard who had made the mistake of opening the gate for us, only to find him standing at the

entrance of the door with his hands over his mouth as tears ran down his cheeks. His eyes widened as

soon as he caught me watching him and he scrambled around and disappeared into the house

immediately, almost falling on himself as he slammed the door shut behind him.

I dragged my gaze away from the closed door and focused it on James and Ivan whose head was

lolling to one side of his head, and his eyes were barely staying open, with his lips completely swollen,

as well as the whole sides of his face.

His nose was crooked as well, and a part of his nose was bleeding, as well as a side of his lower lip

which had bursted at a point.

“Please.” I heard Ivan moan out in a really hoarse voice, staring up at me dejectedly and darting his

eyes to return back to James face immediately, the plea falling out of his lips on a strained whisper.

I knew it was only a matter of time and he’d end up giving in and start pleading for mercy. I knew his

likes very well, and I’ve come in contact with them a whole lot, ever since I became a teenager, even

before he officially became a mafia lord.

James stated at him blankly for long moments before finally shaking his head and suddenly releasing

his hold on him, pushing his backwards with his previous grip on his shirt and as expected – Ivan, who

was being help up by James firm grip and nothing more, fell down flat on his back and head

immediately, a harsh and hoarse cry flying out of his lips in the next second.

I watched as James got to his feet and moved around until he was standing at the side of Ivan long,

sprawled out body.

“If you ever–” James started to say to Ivan, and as expected, he started punctuating every word of his,

with a kick of his foot, at every side of a writhing Ivan who was weakly trying to block every hit with his

hands, to no avail. “– do that kind of shit to another woman, I promise you that I am going to come find

you myself, and then I am going to fucking end your useless live with my bare hands.”

James had succeeded in kicking Ivan in the ribs, chest, back, neck, and legs as he kept punctuating

each of those words which he had said, with every kick of his shoe– which held so much intensity that

Ivan had started weeping at a certain point and had also started to plead in a strained, broken and

really hoarse voice, demanding for mercy from James and I as every kick of James shoe connected

with different parts of his body.

I folded my hands on my chest and glanced at the wrist watch which was clinging on my left wrist, it

was currently some minutes to seven p.m in tbe evening, and James and I would have to leave here as

soon as possible.

James started to crouch down once again and I watched as he did it this time beside Ivan’s head – and

Ivan, on noticing James’ presence beside his head, had gotten startled and had tried to roll away from

the particular spot he was currently laying in, despite his hurt and badly beaten up he currently was.

But he couldn’t even manage to make a complete body roll, because James’ hand had shot out to bury

its fingers deep into Ivan’s hair, and he had used that as leverage to tug Ivan back into place until Ivan

obviously had no other choice, except to look up into James' pissed off face.