The Outlaw

Gerardo’s POV

A smile was etched on my face, seeing her flustered at my remark really made my day. She acts all tough and strong, which she is, but it took a little time to realise that she is more than that. She is funny, understanding, empathetic, supportive and so much more. She is one ultimate package.

My mind was filled with her as I drove to my office. Yes my office, I just don’t have one branch, my company is a MNC. I didn’t tell Lilith that I have my own house and transportation facility here because I wanted to be close to her. And above all for all I know the one who betrayed me could also know that I am staying in my Landon home because all of my security is connected and that’ll put Layla and Lilith’s life in danger.

As I pulled up to my office parking lot and went to the private elevator that directly leads to top floor. I usually give a days notice before I come here so that all the employees get the floor ready, nobody steps a foot there when I am not there. So I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me.

I walked straight to my cabin as the elevator opened. Upon entering the cabin, I called Landon to get upadtes on any new leads we have on who had shot at the girls. I suspected that someone had a gang member involved or someone very immature to miss so many shots because if it would have been a professional snipper the two of them would have been long dead now.

Within few rings Landon picked up the call, “Ehi, Grande Capo! come va?” (Hey, Big Boss! what up?) He said joyously.

“Hai qualche pista su chi possa aver aggredito le ragazze?” (Do you have any leads on who might have attacked the girls?) I said getting serious.

“Sì, abbiamo fatto come ci hai detto e avevi ragione che il mascalzone Ajax era coinvolto, inoltre c’è qualcosa che devi sapere..” (Yes, we did as you told us and you were right that scoundrel Ajax was involved also there is something you need to know..) he said confirming my suspension on that bastard.

Ajax was once a part of my gang when Layla first came he had been her first friend and not so surprisingly he developed a creepy obsession with her. He hated when she used to spend time with Flynn, he would always make all sorts of excuses or cause trouble to make Layla come back to him. But it was still under control because he feared me. All that changed when Layla spent her night in Flynn’s room and what added the fuel to his fury was how touchy and shy she was towards Flynn. And that was it, every sanity seemed to have left his head because he had kidnapped Layla and brought her to a church with a gun on the priest’s head he told Layla to be his wife.

If it weren’t for the locket I had given Layla that had a tracking device we didn’t know what would have happened. We reached that church as fast as we could,, before the ‘ceremony’ would have began Landon shot Ajax’s torso and his hand that held the gun to the priest.

When we got him to our torture room, Flynn was seething and he wanted to throw that bastard in a brazen bull but Layla being the saint she is, she convinced him otherwise. Ajax was saved from Flynn’s wrath but not mine and nobody could have convinced me otherwise. Treachery and harm of any kind towards the fellow memeber ensures the worst punishment ever.

Even though Flynn is not a part of the gang, he is my family and hurting my family is just as dangerous. After injecting his body with adrenaline, so as to make sure he doesn’t die, I laid that bastard on his stomach on top of a table where his legs were hanging from the edge.

He kept on shouting profanities and repeating that he only did this because he loved Layla but I had my ear plugs on. I firstly started beating the soles of his foot with a bat covered with sharp nails, all hsi pleas went on deaf ears. After hours of damaging his leg I poured a bucket of chilli powder on the wounds. He was shaking in pain, crying for his life, I knew he’d die soon so I asked another one of my men to inject him with a higher dose of adrenaline.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

After that I poured res hot lava over his dick, he started to thrash around screaming like a mad man even though his hands and legs were tied he broke free trying to get off the lava of his dick but that had already melted away including his pelvic bones. He couldn’t sit up because, well he had no bottom anymore.

I did left him like that in the middle of the forest hoping he’d either die of starvation, dehydration or animals will eat him but later we found out someone had saved him after two days of agonising pain. This was a stupid on my part honestly, I should have killed that fucker a long time back but him being saved I knew he’d come back for revenge.

“How did you find out it was him?” I asked after sometime. There was a moment of silence, “Landon?” I said but there was hesitance on the other side.

“Just tell me already!” I snapped at him when he didn’t say anything after a minute.

“L’abbiamo visto andarsene… Il magazzino di Andre” (We saw him leave… Andre’s warehouse) he said and my heart dropped to my stomach. The entire room suddenly began to feel cold and void just like how I feel right now.

“E ‘ vivo?” (He is alive?) I whispered, my senses becwm numb after I heard his reply. I put the phone down as the past memories just rushed back in just by that one word “Si”

I picked up my phone, “Uccideteli tutti tranne Andre. Lo voglio vivo!” (Kill them all except Andre. I want him alive!) I growled as the rage I had bottled just for this moment resurfaced. All these years of taking my anger out on other prisoners, all of my hatred was just for that bitch. Once I get my hands on him, he will know what real pain feels like. How long have I waited for that fucker to show his face and now that he has, it won’t take that long to see the terror in his eyes when I kill him. But before I kill that piece of shit, I will break him one bone at a time, taking my time to break him physically, emotionally and psychologically.

I will get my revenge on that motherfucker!

“Will do!” Landon replied ending the call.

My anger had taken over me and I knew fully well what I was capable of when I get angry. I had to calm down,,, to take that anger out. I looked back at the door at the far corner of my office and without wasting a second I headed inside. I stripped my clothes and wore the clean shorts then wrapped bandages around my hand.

I pulled the chain, hanging the punching bag from the ceiling then securing it properly so that it doesn’t drop down and spill all the sand inside. The moment I started hitting the bag, my consciousness had taken a trip down the very dark past. The memories kept on repeating like a broke cassette, over and over again. I couldn’t forget those screams, no matter how hard I tried, their screams of terror. Pleas to stop, they all were on their knees begging, but that all was for nothing, they got what they sowed.