Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 156

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The scene that greats us at the spa is…comical to say the least. Miguel is currently tied up in the boot of Luciano’s car, Mason is holding an irritated and blood soaked Isla. I’m guessing he had to wrestle that big fluffy robe onto her by the way it awkwardly sits on her body as his arms incase her, containing her to his lap on the chair he sits on.

“Where are they?” Luciano questions.

Mason points in the direction of a hallway where he and his men walk down. I kneel in front of Isla and Mason, trying to see if she has any other injuries besides the purpling colour on her neck.

“Are you hurt, amore?”

“Nope, just fine and dandy.”

“She is not fine and dandy.” Mason grunts out.

“Release her.” I order and his arms immediately slacken to where she can stand. I adjust the robe before holding her face. I’m about to ask what happened when Luciano’s voice sounds out.

“Isla!”

She stiffens before moving in his direction down the hall. I follow closely behind and the scene in this room is even more comical. A man and a woman are stripped bare, tied face down with fluffy

white robe straps to two massage tables. The woman is clearly alive and whimpering, the man…when I look underneath the table to where the blood is pooling on the floor, his face peaks through the

hole in the bed and…yep…two bloody eye sockets where he’s clearly bled out from. Luciano stands

with his arms crossed in front of the woman and looks at Isla.

“You did this?”

“I did.” She crosses her arms to mimic his stance.

“Hmm…impressive, maybe your mother was right in training you.”

Shock and awe cross her face for a moment before she outright smiles.

Luciano looks around the room once again before landing back on Isla. “We need to clean up the evidence before we leave. Where are his eyeballs?” He points to the dead guy.

In the corner of my eye I see Mason stiffen and shiver, he takes a step closer to me, maybe for protection? I’m not sure..,I’ll unravel that later, because right now, my girl is laughing. Why is she

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laughing. Luciano also looks confused as he turns to Mason with a questioning look.

Mason. Where are the eyeballs?”

They…They’re…umm…” He points to the whimpering female, which only confuses us more before he says, “she shoved them up her asshole, sir.”

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What the fuck? Out of pure morbid curiosity I step over the female and spread her butt cheeks, there’s blood down her crack and around her puckering hole. I look up at Luciano who is also leaning over to look and we share a moment of pure…pride? Fuck, this is not how I imagined today going.

“Did you do this for a reason, or just for fun, Princess?” He questions his daughter with a straight

face.

“For a reason, of course, although it was also fun.” Isla wipes a tear as she tries to contain her laughter.

Mason clears his throat to gain our attention. “For information, sir. I tried to get her to wait for yo but she was pretty insistent. The girls name is Rosa Florez, that guy was her brother, Emanuel Florez and they are indeed Mexican cartel. That’s all we got.”

“Hmmm…” Luciano ponders. “We’re going to talk about this method of…‘fun‘ later, Princess.”

Luciano instructs his people around, clearing out the bodies and working on cleaning up along with removing any digital footprints of their time here.

“Take her home, get her cleaned up and meet at my place for dinner.”

I nod and take Isla’s hand to leave, but before I do, she stands on her tip toes and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Daddy.”

I’m angry at the fact that Isla was hurt while I had all intentions of keeping her out of harms way. Given, she’s got fire in her. I’ve heard many stories of her mother. Apparently, she was, or I guess still is an absolute fucking weapon. She’s clearly trained her own daughter to an extent for Isla to have taken down two assailants at once. While Ariana Donatello looks every bit the part of what she can do with her black hair and full body of tattoos. Isla hides her strengths well with her more innocent look, but only if she keeps her mouth shut. Isla’s tongue is sharp and brutal, the only thing that ever gave away that she was more than what she portrayed to be.

“So…eyeballs, huh?” I look in the rearview mirror at her. She smiles and shrugs.

“It’s the weakest part of a large opponent.”

“It’s also a great way to make someone want to puke.” Mason grumbles, clearly queasy about the

situation.

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Tlaugh at my little ying and yang duo. They’re perfect together, perfect for me. When we reach home, Isla steps away to answer the flurry of calls she’s been getting. Probably her brothers, mother and fathers have all heard about what transpired. This gives me a moment to check on Mason.

You okay, cucciolo?”

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