Alpha Loren novel Chapter 87

December 18th

Leo's point of view

"Mess her hair up a bit more," I ordered Luciano as I held up my phone with the camera app on. We were in the southern territory prison and having chained Hestia up we were ready to send Achilles the news. 

"Duck tape or cloth gag?" he asked.

"Definitely the gag. Duck tape is a bit construction worker that got bored in his lunch hour," I replied before looking at the terrified girl with a smirk. 

Luciano stepped forward and seized her head before roughly tying the cloth around her face. He tied it tight.

"Satisfied?" he asked stepping out of the shot. 

"It will do."

I took the photo of her and sent it straight to Achilles.

After the message had delivered I glanced up at Luciano, "You can untie her now."

"Really?" Luciano questioned, not showing any sighs of moving towards her.

"No, I just said it because I like the sound of my own voice," I remarked, "We got the photo and it's her husband we want to punish not her." 

"Leonardo, it sounds like you are taking pity on her," Luciano replied taking the shackles of her wrists. "Maybe your Luna is changing you after all."

"My Luna is not changing me," I argued. "Even a complete monster could see that there is no need to keep a human girl chained and gagged. She's innocent and defenceless."

At that point, Luciano's phone began to ring as he removed the last chain.

"I've got to take this," he said before leaving the room.

"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked after the door had slammed shut and Luciano was out of earshot.

"Your fate depends on your husband's compliance," I replied.

"Compliance with what?"

"He's running me a little errand shall we say," I began. "However, I have my suspicions that he going to work against me, which is where you come in. Your safety is his incentive to do what I have ordered him to do. How much does your husband love you, sweetheart?"

She looked up at me with her large brown eyes, her bottom lip quivering.

"I don't know," she whispered, her voice shaky, "We've been married seven years and we have three kids."

I paused before nodding, "Well, hopefully that is enough."

I wasn't lying. I did hope that. She doesn't deserve to die but I can't go back on my threats. I have a reputation to maintain.

"How long are you keeping me here?" she asked, pulling her knees into her chest.

"Your husband has 46 hours and 4 minutes to return with my information."

"...and if he doesn't?"

"We'll worry about that when we come to it. There is no point in me telling you that now because you'll only get yourself all scared."

She paused.

"Should I be scared?"

"Fear never really helped anyone, sweetheart," I said as I looked down at her, "What is the point of being scared if it's not gonna get you anywhere?"

"How can I not be scared when that man wants to rape me and you are threatening to kill me if my husband doesn't complete whatever this task is after 48 hours!"