16- The Labyrinth

Lucus

Buzzz.

What in God's Hell is that blasted sound?

Buzzz.

Barely conscious, I attempt to snuggle closer to the warmth that surrounds me. Taking a moment to realize I had Isabella snuggled up against me. Smiling to myself, I began to think about how well she had handled herself.

Buzzz. Buzzz.

Hearing grunts and other choice words, it’s clear that we all were getting annoyed by the sound. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I try to inhale Isabella’s calming scent. The scent of warm honey lingering in her hair.

“Make it quick!” growls Alex. His voice definitely deep and groggy from sleep and clearly not happy.

Humming, I hear Alex reply sleepily. Now more awake, I listen. Content with where I was at.

“Mmm. Okay, take them to the Labyrinth. We’ll be there soon” well that sparked my interest if I do say so myself.

Opening my eyes, I blink trying to clear my vision. Alex now sitting on the edge of the bed, his sculpted body littered in bright colorful tattoos. Hanging up his phone after a few more seconds of idle chatter.

“Okay spill, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice gruff and scratchy from just waking up. It was of course the best nap I ever had. Looking at the clock on the wall I notice we’ve been asleep for about four hours. Clearing my throat as best I could I raise my head. Isabella still sound asleep, her face an angel. Peaceful even though there's clear evidence of dry tear marks from when she was crying.

Grant and Tony are the next to stir. “That was Dominic. He and his team found the ones responsible for the raid over in Italy. They’ll be at the Labyrinth in about an hour” remarks Alex, still half asleep. Looking over his shoulder, his usual stoic face now shining brightly, his eyes full of mischief and adoration.

Standing, Alex moves to the bench before grabbing his clothes. Pulling on his pants before moving to leave the room, closing the door softly as he did.

With Grant finally awake, he slowly moves to stretch. While I on the other hand move to disentangle myself from Isabella, careful not to wake her. Looking to Tony, I move to hit him, a few firm taps before finally waking up.

“We gotta go. We have a little play date over at the Labyrinth” I say, scooting myself over and off the bed.

“I’ll put Principessa (Princess) back in her room” says Tony, sweetly. Glancing behind me, I catch Tony stroking her head. Grant now sitting at the foot of the bed. With a nod of my head I move to exit our playroom, closing the door behind me as I did.

Entering the hallway, I move to head for my room. Using a hidden keypad that was located on the wall, I moved to put in my personal code before listening for that familiar sound. Followed by a click. My sacred space was now open.

Entering, I move to enter the room, soft lighting filling the room. The lights slowly getting brighter as I entered. Placing my soiled clothes over in the laundry basket I slowly move over towards the center of my room. My room the size of two, two bedroom apartments. A huge California King bed with a tall black modern headboard stood facing against a wall. The bed a good four feet off the ground. My sheets a deep royal purple, satin, while decked out with twelve black and purple pillows to boot, all neatly stacked against the headboard like a cloud, a massive black comforter on top.

Next to the bed I have two tall yet sleek matching end tables on either side of the bed, both black. A massive black rug laying on the floor of the room. On one side of the room, I have row upon row of floor to ceiling bookshelves, all filled with books along with large leather couches for sitting. A 85’ inch television hanging on my wall.

Moving towards my left, I move to enter the bathroom, white marble flooring shining brightly against harsh white lights. Striping off my boxers, I move to enter my shower. My shower big enough to fit at least 6 men comfortably.

When done, I move to grab a towel off the heated towel rack before moving to dry myself off. Once dry I move to enter my adjoining closet before grabbing an all black Armani suit, matching dress shoes along with a silver bracelet. Matching cuff links move to finish the look before grabbing a pair of sunglasses to boot. Running my hand threw my hair with a little bit of product, I move to do a once over in the mirror.

Reaching for my phone, I make sure to grab my keys, wallet and pocket knife before tucking away my favorite little gun, my Springfield 1911 before moving to leave the room. Exiting the room, I spot Grant who also happens to be leaving his room as well. Nodding, we make our way down to the main entrance, Alex on his phone, talking in Greek, his bluetooth piece glowing within his ear.

He also happens to be wearing an all black Armani suit. Seeing us approach, does he move to hang up his phone, removing his earpiece as he did.

“You ready Boss?” he asks sarcastically, knowing that I always hated that. Shaking my head as I move for the door. Pulling out my sunglasses I move to put them on, heading for one of the black suvs out front. Our caravan of six cars with our usual 25 men all armed and dangerous sat waiting for us. Getting into the back seat, Grant and Alex follow. Tony hurrying to follow as he enters, his hair still wet from his shower.

“Did you take care of our Principessa (Princess)?” asks Grant to Tony. Nodding, Tony moves to take out his phone, just like the rest of us as we make the 55 minute drive to our favorite torture hole- the labyrinth.

18 Hours Later…

“AHHHH” comes the blood curdling scream of our newest victim. His body currently bloody. His face swollen and purple. Thick red splotches of blood now covering every inch of his body. His once neat crisp white shirt and blue jeans now a nice shade of red on his otherwise hanging body.

Alex moving to put a blowtorch to his latest cuts. As Alex had gotten a little too carried away and practically took away skin so now we were cauterizing it. Because if you didn’t stop the bleeding in time, our victims tended to die from the lack of blood.

The other two goons currently passed out. Both equally bloody and hanging limply by their dislocated arms from the ceiling. Enjoying the show, I move to sit in my lush leather chair, watching as all hope fades from his eyes.

Signaling Alex with my hand to stop, does he move so immediately, before walking back to a large metal table that we kept near a wall, moving to wipe off all the blood from his face and hands. Rising to my feet, I ever slowly make my way over towards these low lifes. On the verge of passing out I move to tap his cheek a few times.

“No, No” I tsk. “Tell me. Where's. My. Shipment?” I growl between teeth, each word making my blood boil, my hands itching to get dirty.

“I-I don’t know” whimpers the ass hault.

“LIAR! Why must you lie to me Leon, you know I hate liars” I spat, grabbing his bloody throat with my hands before squeezing.

“Um, I think his name is Leroy” answers Alex from behind me.

“Leroy. Leon. Fuckface. It’s all the same!” I yell, squeezing him again. His breathing now shallow. His ribs broken in at least 6 different places in which I’m sure at least one of them managed to puncture one of his lungs.

“O-Okay… I will talk” I hear him say, struggling to speak.

Releasing his throat, I move to stand in front of him. Impatiently waiting for what I wanted to know. Coughing and wheezing he moves to take a few deep breaths before speaking.

“I-I don’t know much” he says, about to pass out again making me slap him. “But.. We.. We were only given instructions by post. A folder with plans and locations to the warehouse and what we should take”.

So, my suspicions about a rat were true, and judging based on the information given it only helps confirm it. With Alex now beside me, he slowly raises an eye. “Go on.”

“O-Once we attain the goods, we move to the drop off site. Only then are we greeted by huge men with military weapons and trucks upon arrival. That’s all I know."

Exhaling loudly, I move to walk away from him. “Thank you Leon. You're free to go” I say, his eyes hopeful once more only for me to whip out my Springfield 1911 and shoot him straight in the head. “Free to go to Hell” Alex shooting the other two men.

Wiping my hands, I suddenly hear Tony come rushing in. Turning my focus I slowly raise an eye just as he speaks the words that make me see red: “Isabella Escaped!”