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Reina’s POV

As Ricardo and I entered the building, the air was thick with tension. My men, recognizing Ricardo instantly, straightened and greeted him with utmost respect, their faces pale with fear and surprise. Ricardo’s reputation preceded him-he was a legend among the city’s criminals , a figure of both admiration and dread. Seeing my men react with such deference, an intoxicating rush of power coursed through my veins. I could almost taste the fear and respect in the air, mingling with the musty scent of the old building.

I glanced at Ricardo, his presence a silent yet powerful affirmation of dominance. He gave me a small nod, a signal that we were in control here. I felt a surge of power. With Ricardo, it was now a bigger territory, and everyone in this place knew it.

“Take us to Evelyn,” I commanded, my voice laced with authority. There was no room for hesitation or doubt. The guards, clearly understanding the gravity of the situation, moved quickly. They led us through a series of dimly lit corridors as a result of an improper amount of sunlight , each turn revealing more of the building’s neglected state. The walls were damp and crumbling, the air heavy with the smell of decay and mildew.

With each step, I felt the weight of my mission lessen more with Ricardo in charge. Evelyn was a key to our plans, and failure was not an option. I could sense Ricardo’s unwavering focus beside me, his silent strength a comforting presence. We were unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. As we approached where Evelyn was kept , I steeled myself for the confrontation ahead, ready to show her that my game was getting interesting.

As we finally reached a small, dingy room at the end of the winding corridors, the sight that greeted us was the kind that I loved. Evelyn was there, tied to a chair in the center of the room. The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows across her battered form. Her face was bruised and swollen, her body weak from days of mistreatment. The vibrant spark that used to light up her eyes was gone, replaced by a hollow, lifeless gaze that spoke of profound despair.

I paused at the threshold, taking in the scene with a mixture of satisfaction and anger. This was the woman who had dared to come between me and Antonio, the one who thought she could escape the consequences of stealing what was mine. Now, she was nothing more than a broken shell, a pitiful reminder of the price of defiance.

Did you miss me? You look unrecognizable!” I screamed sarcastically, my voice bouncing off the cold, damp walls. It was a cruel taunt, designed to twist the knife of her suffering deeper. Evelyn barely lifted her head at my words, her spirit visibly broken. Her response, or lack thereof, only fueled my resolve. She needed to understand the gravity of messing with me.

“So, this is the girl?” Ricardo asked, his voice calm but menacing.

“Yes, baby,” I replied, my tone suddenly sweet as I clung to Ricardo’s side, pressing my body against his. I reveled in the attention and the fear he commanded. There was something intoxicating about his power, something that made me feel invincible when I was with him.

Ricardo took a step closer to Evelyn, his presence imposing and his gaze unwavering. “Hmm, Antonio’s girl? I’m sorry, but you’ll have to pay for what Antonio did to me,” he said, his deep voice resonating with cold, calculated malice. “To be honest, I’m a girl’s guy but not you. I’ll make you suffer slowly until you die, and I’ll send your head to Antonio.”

I watched as he inspected her with a look of disdain, his words sinking into her already broken spirit. Evelyn barely lifted her head, her spirit visibly shattered. There was no fight left in her, just a hollow shell of the person she once was.

What’s her name?” Ricardo asked, his eyes never leaving the pitiful figure chained to the chair.

“Evelyn,” I replied with a smirk, relishing the fear that flickered in her dull eyes at the mention of her name.

Ricardo took a step closer, his presence looming over her like a dark shadow. “Well, Evelyn, you kinda look good in this condition, but I have a surprise that will make you look even better,” he said with a cruel smile. In an instant, he grabbed Evelyn’s hair, yanking her head back. She gasped in pain, her eyes widening in fear and confusion. The sight made me smirk. Ricardo knew exactly how to break someone the way I wanted.

He leaned in close to me, whispering in my ear. His breath was warm against my skin, and his voice was laced with a sinister edge. “Have the men pour buckets of cold water on her” I immediately knew that he was really ready to use Evelyn as one of the keys to bring Antonio down. I couldn’t wait till the time when Antonio would have nothing else but me.

Ricardo’s POV

Once Reina was out of sight, I knelt in front of Evelyn. My expression softened, and I leaned in close, speaking in a low, gentle voice. “I’m not here to hurt you. Just bear with whatever they’re going to do to you. I’ll get you out of here,” I said softly, my eyes conveying sincerity

Evelyn looked at me in disbelief, her mind too foggy from the abuse to fully grasp his words. Her eyes searched his face for any hint of deception, but the genuine concern in my eyes seemed out of place in this hellish situation. Before she could respond, the door opened again, and the sound of approaching footsteps echoed in the room. I stood abruptly, resuming mh menacing facade, my eyes hardening as he turned to face who was entering the room.

Reina re-entered the room, her face alight with cruel glee, a sadistic excitement dancing in her eyes. She lived for these moments, basking in the power and control we wielded over our enemies. I draped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to me.

“How about we make Antonio mad?” I suggested, my voice calm and calculating.

“How, baby?” she replied eagerly, her eyes fixed on mine, eager to please and ready to follow my lead.

“We’ll make a video of what I’m about to do to this thing,” I said, my voice dripping with malice. I glanced at Evelyn, her body limp and shivering, her eyes wide with fear.

Reina’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the idea, but there was a flicker of hesitation. “He’s going to know that we’re working together,” she muttered, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.

I tightened my grip on her waist, my tone confident and commanding. “You don’t have to worry about that, hon. I’m Ricardo, remember? No one crosses me and gets away with it.”

She nodded, her fear melting away under my reassurance. “Leave it to me,” I said, releasing her and stepping forward. I ordered the men to take pictures of Evelyn while they doused her with buckets of ice-cold water. Each splash elicited a gut-wrenching scream from her, her body convulsing with pain and cold. My heart ached seeing her this way, knowing the suffering I was inflicting, but I knew I had to maintain the act.

After the brutal session, the men filed out of the room one by one, leaving me as the last to leave. I looked down at Evelyn, her body shaking uncontrollably, her spirit nearly broken. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was shallow. I bent down once more and whispered softly in her ear, “Forgive me. I’m coming for you.”

I stood up and left the room, my heart heavy with the weight of what I had done. Once outside, I sent the video to Antonio, knowing it was a necessary part of the plan. Moments later, my phone buzzed with his response. The message was immediate and filled with anguish.

“I asked you to get her out, not maltreat her! She’s looking weak already,” Antonio texted back, his distress palpable even through the screen.

I could picture him, devastated, as he fell onto his bed, hot tears streaming down his face. The pain in his words cut through me, but I knew I had to stay the course.

It’s part of the plan. I got you, man. I’ll do everything to get her out tomorrow. She looks like she’s dying already,” I replied, my mind racing to devise a strategy. I needed to find a way to save Evelyn and make Antonio believe in the ruse we had constructed.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

As I paced the dimly lit hallway, a spark of an idea ignited in my mind. “Yes,” I finally said out loud, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. I knew what I had to do to save Evelyn, and I wouldn’t rest until she was safe.