Chapter 6

I was on the way to the airport when I received a call from my soldier, Tony. He had seen Alberto Tabiti, who was one of my Capos. He headed ten soldiers under him and was a very efficient lad. He was personally trained by my father along with Gilbert, Ronaldo and few other Capos. He was introduced to our gang by an old friend of my father and he worked with us for five years. The last time we saw him was about six months ago, after which he had disappeared all of a sudden. The disappearance of a mafia gang member is not a petty stuff. It is always considered to be a great danger to lose a family member since, if the member is dead, it may be a huge loss to the gang and if, he is alive and on the run, he may carry the details from our gang to another. He might be a possible spy belonging to a rival gang. Since his body was never found, we concluded that he was a spy and a threat to our gang. I had men searching for him in and out of the country to capture him alive. I cancelled my plans of attending the conference in Barcelona and was driving to the resort where Tony had seen Alberto earlier. My men had already checked the guest list and the CCTV footage but we couldn't identify anyone suspicious.
“I am sure boss, it was Alberto. It's just that he has shaved his head completely.” Tony was blabbering out of fear.
“Alright, just keep a watch by staying here for a few weeks. Let me know if you see anyone suspicious. Keep me updated.” I ordered two of my men Tony and Angel to stay at the resort.
“Gilbert, lets go back home. I do not think we should be leaving the country until we make sure if whom Tony saw was really Alberto or not.” I got back in the back seat with Gilbert at the passenger seat. I directed my driver to take us back home.
“Boss, is that your...?” I took my eyes off the magazine and caught sight of Gilbert’s baffled face. I leaned forward and followed his mused gaze. I was too stunned to even say a word, from what I saw.
Angered seeped throughout my body making my veins pop out of my skin. I clutched my fist and pushed open my car door and strode towards the gate taking longer step.
That fucking wife of mine, stood there like a cat on hot bricks. She was clearly running away from the mansion but what mystified me was the way she had distracted and escaped my well trained guards. From the look on her face, she definitely did not expect me to be there. She tried to dodge me and run away but I was fast enough to get hold of her wrist. 
“Don't touch me. Let me go you moron.” She trashed at me and started screaming out loud. 
I pulled her closer to my chest and started dragging her inside. I felt a darting pain radiating throughout my left arm. I stopped on my tracks to see a knife punched into my arm and blood gushing out the broken skin. I closed my eyes fòr a moment. I wanted to teach that bitch, a lesson for disobeying me, for trying to stab me and for trying to escape from me.
“Guards take this fucking bitch in.” I commanded my men. They dragged her towards the mansion and she was screaming all the way. Her cries were echoing all over the mansion and the maids stood dead looking at the scene in horror. 
“What the fuck where you all doing all this time? She might have escaped if I hadn't cancelled my plans and returned back" I roared at my men for being so negligent. ‘I will deal with my guard dogs later.’
I saw my men taking her towards the staircase to her room. ‘She had stayed too comfortably in her room. She has clearly underestimated me and she should be made aware of what I'm capable of.’ An evil plan crossed across my mind.
“Where are you taking her? My men looked at me confused and tried to open their mouth to explain but I interrupted them. “She will no longer stay in her room. Throw her in the basement and do not feed her a single meal for the next three days.” I knew that she will not die by not eating for just three days. It was just a part of my torture plan. I could hear her begging for forgiveness and I smiled triumphantly upon hearing her wails.
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I had come back home from a long, tiring day at work. Ronaldo had found an old acquaintance of Alberto who could lead us to his whereabouts. In order to make him disclose the details about Alberto, we had assailed him violently which had stained my grey shirt with lots of his blood. I was reeking of blood and sweat. I walked straight to my room and took a long shower to wash of the blood from my body. 
I'd been out all day and I was ravenous. I slumped on the chair to have dinner. Sheila was still awake and served me a hot meal. She was very close to my mother and she was also our nanny when we were small. 
“ Benjamin, please bring back that poor girl from the basement. It is very cold down there. You never harm women, this is totally not like you.” She was the only one to call me by my name, other than Benny. When she did not get a reply from me, she tried to negotiate.
“At least let me give her a blanket and a meal per day.” I kept eating my meal without minding her whining. She sighed and walked away silently. 
What is the point of torturing if I provided her with all her basic needs? She has to learn her lessons for trying to escape.
It had been three days and this loyal dog of Alberto hadn’t spilled any information yet after inflicting tremendous amount of pain on him. I was becoming more and more frustrated at the end of each day. The dark cell was filled with his piercing shrieks.
“Talk, dog or I will uproot your remaining nails one by one.” I was leaning by holding the armrest of the chair were he was tied to when my phone rang loud, echoing inside the room. I handed it to Gilbert asking him to attend the call.
“Boss, Sheila's on the line. You need to take it. It's the girl.” Gilbert rushed to my side looking worried. 
“What about the girl?” I snatched rhe phone from him.
“Yes, Sheila.”
“Benjamin, her pulse is very low. She is throwing up blood and her body is boiling hot. Please son, come as soon as possible. I've called the doctor.” She sounded distressed and cut the call.
I wiped my hands with a towel, “tie him upside down.” With that I left the warehouse and drove as fast as I can.
I reached the mansion before the doctor and sprinted towards the basement along with Gilbert and Tony.
“Thank God, you are here. She's vomiting everything that she's been eating for the past three days. Now she's throwing up blood. Please carry her up, Ben.” Sheila silently pleaded, squeezing my palms.
I saw a lot of blood beside her. She lay there motionless, her breathing was shallow and she looked paler than before. Her hands were thin like a stick. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. For the first time in a while, I felt guilty for my actions. I stood there blank and my eyes were emotionless. I strode towards her and lifted her gently in my arms. I walked out the basement, carrying her back to my room. The family doctor, Dr.Monica was brought into my room by Sheila, by the time I placed her carefully on my bed, covering her shivering body with a blanket. The doctor felt her temperature by place her fingers on her forehead. She held her wrist to check her pulse. 
“That's your wife, right? May I ask what happened to her.” She asked me point at Samantha.
When I just stood there like a pole, without an answer, Sheila explained the doctor about her frequent vomiting for days now. 
“Mr. Winchester, I have a few personal question to ask you. Can you send your men out for sometime?” My men slowly walked away with a nod from me.
“How long have you two been married?” 
“It's been three month now.” I said with a poker face. 
“Are you two sexually active?” 
“Of course, Why do you ask all these dumb questions?” I asked her scowling. 
“Mr. Winchester, I have my reasons. Kindly cooperate and answer my questions.” The doctor spoke calmly.
“And when was her last periods.” 
“I..I do not know.” I said looking down the floor. She smirked and started noting down her reports.
“Mr. Winchester, I will take her blood sample for the test. The report will be ready by tomorrow. Though I am not very sure, but I think your wife is pregnant.” My eyes widened as I stood there for a bit of blow. It never came across my mind, it was possible from all the unprotected sex that I had with her. The child was definitely mine.
I slouched at the foot was the bed. 
“She looks very weak. I'll put her on IV fluids for a week but make sure to feed her healthy meal for the child's mental and physical growth.” She connected a needle to Samantha's vein on the back of her palm.” I sat there silently, placing my forehead in my palms and processing my thoughts. How could I be so deeply drowned in hate that I lost my basic ability to think. I was supposed to torture her and make her life a hell, not make her pregnant.
“Please give her these meds on time. I will return back tomorrow with the reports. Take care and call me in case of any emergency.” With that she left my room followed by Sheila. 
I glanced at her sleeping form. She looked calm and free from her pain. I knew , it was her brother who raped Benny and she had nothing to do in connection with it. Now, she was pregnant with my child, my blood. 
‘How can I torment a pregnant women, the women who was pregnant with my baby, my first child, my heir? I am so screwed’ I dragged my palm down my face.