Free Riccardo by Elle Raven, Aimie Jennison Page B

be the first time to find one of them batting one out in the carpark.
    Out in the parking lot, Angel gave me a quick peck on the cheek with a whispered thanks before walking to her car, which was only parked one row from the door. Having given the carpark a once over and not noticing any loitering customers, I stood in the doorway and watched as she unlocked the car door. She had an older model car that you needed to physically insert your keys in to unlock it. We all despised her little rust bucket. Sebastiano had offered many times to buy her a new car, allowing her to pay it off over a period of time, but she wouldn’t allow it.
    In fact, I was convinced most of us had offered at least once to buy her a car, only to be knocked back. Vincenzo was in the lead, offering at least once a week. There would come a day she’d get sick of all our offers and most probably accept, just so everyone would stop bothering her.
    As she pulled the key out and opened the door, she turned and gave me a little wave. Knowing she was safe and in her car, I headed back into the club. Within a matter of seconds, I heard her scream and I raced back outside towards her car, barely registering what I saw. That fucking loser who Ronnie had been threatening earlier tonight had her pinned to the car, pawing at her breasts. I saw her lift her leg and she connected her knee with his nuts, just as I grabbed him by the throat and ripped him from her. No doubt having heard her screams, Ronnie and Johnny raced out to join us.
    “You fucking, arsehole. I warned you. I will fucking kill you,” Ronnie screamed in anger. Johnny had to pull her back from physically jumping him.
    “Ronnie, calm the fuck down,” I shouted. “Take Angel to the party. I’ll deal with this loser and Johnny can see the other girls out and lock up. Okay?”
    All three nodded at my orders. Ronnie came back to her senses and ushered a shaken Angel into the passenger seat and Johnny headed back to the club. I looked sideways at the guy I was holding, deciding what the hell I was going to do with him. He needed to be taught a lesson and unfortunately for him, it was going to be a painful one.
    It looked like I was going to get a chance to work off some of my frustrations after all.
    ***
    I bundled the guy, kicking and screaming like a fucking pussy, into the boot of my car. I took a slow drive to an empty house we used for punishments. I’d let him off once with a warning, which he didn’t heed. So there was no choice but to show him what happened to people who broke the rules.
    By the time I dragged him out of the car, I knew exactly what I was going to do to him. He would learn never to touch any of our women in the future. I parked in the garage and lowered the door before I even exited the car, ensuring no one would’ve seen anything untoward. It was handy to have the garage soundproofed when I built the house, just in case a situation like this arose. Being a hitman, I often brought noisy work home. I grabbed an old rope and some tools from the workbench and pulled a chair off the stack in the corner. Shoving him into the chair, I secured him to it with the rope.
    “What the fuck? You can’t do this to me,” he ranted and tried to fight, tugging at the ropes.
    “I can do anything I want to you, and you have no fucking say,” I said over my shoulder. It didn’t take me long to go grab the few things I needed from inside the house to cause the fucker a world of pain. When I returned to the garage, it was evident he’d tried to escape his bindings. To his misfortune, I was a master with a rope. All the idiot had managed to do was tip the chair over sideways. I dumped my supplies on the workbench and left him on his side to watch as I chose my weapon. I made a show of running my hand over certain tools, a saw, a hammer, an axe, to scare him all the more. I’d already decided on my weapon on the drive home. I reached for the angle grinder, which was still plugged in to the