Being the most powerful man in Greece. Basil Drakos is the don of the Greek mafia, ruling over as head of the other families. His family has been in control of Greece for many generations, starting with his great grandfather as don. While visiting o...
I help Layla into the tub filled with warm water. Grabbing a sponge I soak it in water and begin to clean her body. I clean the grime from her, I clean the dirt from her hair until the water is so dirty you can't see through it. Unplugging the drain, two months worth of filth goes down the drain. I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the bed, getting a comb I start to take out the tangles in her hair. Letting the towel fall I observe her back, scars mar her body, some fresh and some are raised not healing properly. Reaching under the bed I retrieve the first aid kit, I cover her wounds in ointment and patch them up with bandages. Getting one of my shirts from my closet I slide it over her frame. Tucking her into her spot on the bed, I rub her small bump. She closes her eyes and falls asleep, before leaving I place a kiss on her forehead.
Walking downstairs I spot Andre and Niko.
"Where's Timothy?" I asked.
"He's in the basement." I walk down to the basement, the stench of blood is strong and overwhelming. Opening the door I see that Leander's done a good job of tormenting him and keeping him alive at the same time. His cheek is split open, some of his teeth are missing, all the fingers from one hand are gone.
"Please, please, spare me." He looks pathetic, begging for his life.
"When my wife was begging for you to stop did you stop?" I asked.
"No, no I'm sorry. I was jealous. I wanted what you had." He bawls. I grab a tool from the side table, walking up to him I place it at his forearm getting a good grip of the skin, I immediately pull ripping the skin off from his arm, separating skin from muscle. All you can see is muscle and the veins pulsing blood to his heart.
"Ahhhh!" He screamed. I do the same to his other arm. Setting the tool down I pick up one of my favorites.
"Please no more." He muttered weakly. I settle the forceps around his eyeball, yanking his eyeball out he screams like a banshee.
"Agghh!" His ophthalmic artery falls out of his eye, spurting blood. Grabbing some string I tie the artery, don't want him bleeding out too soon. He's passed out from the pain, getting a bucket of water I splash it on him. He wakes up spluttering.
"I'm not finished with you yet." I told him darkly.
A few hours later I scrutinize my work, both eyes are missing, all fingers are gone, the skins of his arms have been ripped off, his tongue is gone along with his cock. He was still alive after all of that, a bullet to the brain ended him.
I still don't feel like I justified my wife.
"Leander, come take care of his body." Leander comes in and whistles as soon as he sees the body.
"You sure did a number on him afentikó." He drags the limp corpse across the room.
"Have someone clean up this room, I'm going upstairs to wash all this blood off me."
"No problem afentikó."
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I called Dr.Papadakis to come check on Layla and the babies. She comes into the room with all her equipment. Layla just lays on the bed the same blank stare on her face. "I understand that she went through a tragic ordeal, I can have one of my therapist friends check up on her if you'd like." She offered.
"No it's ok, once I can get her to talk I'll ask her if she wants to see anyone, I don't want to make any choices for her right now." She nods her head understandingly.
"Ok, let's check up on the babies." Lifting her shirt she squeezes a good amount of gel on her belly. Placing the wand to her stomach she waves it around. On the screen I can make out two shapes, my shoulders sag in relief. Our babies are ok, their Mamma protected them.
"Your babies are perfect and healthy, she's about 16 weeks along. Do you want to know the genders?" She asked. Layla's hand in mine twitches, the first reaction I've seen from her.
"You want to know the genders feggari mou?" Her hand twitches again.
"Yes, we'd like to know doctor." I grin for the first time in awhile.
"It looks like your having a baby boy and baby girl, if you look here your son is flashing his privates for all to see and your daughter is safely nestled right behind him." A tear falls from my eye, our son and daughter. We're having a son and daughter. Looking at Layla a tear leaks from her eye. It's like she's trapped in her body and she doesn't know how to break free, don't worry feggari mou, I'll help you.
"Thank you so much doctor, thank you for coming all this way to see us."
"I'll stop by every month from now on. Knowing the condition Layla is in I wouldn't want her to be traveling." She said, she takes her equipment and leaves. Falling to my knees by the bed I kiss her belly, putting my ear against her stomach. I can hear whooshing and movement.
"You hear that feggari mou? We're having a son and daughter. They'll be here in 24 weeks." I said excitedly, I hope to get a reaction out of her again but she still stares blankly. Taking out my phone I make a call.
"Andre, can you have Mariah make some Avgolemono soup for Layla." It's her favorite soup, shredded chicken and rice in a smooth and silky lemon and egg broth.
"You got it afentikó." I hang up.
Twenty minutes later Mariah comes in with the food. I grab the tray from her hands.
"Efcharistó Mariah." (Thank you) Mariah is like a second mother to me, she's been working for me for almost 18 years now. Making the best home made cooked meals.
"Tha gínei kalýtera, xéro óti tha gínei. Eínai mia dynatí gynaíka." (It will get better, I know it will. She's a strong woman.) She said, Mariah doesn't speak English, all our conversations are in Greek. When Layla conversed with her she always tried to learn a few words, she wanted to be able to talk with Mariah.
"Xéro ti Mariah, tha párei chróno."(I know Mariah, it will take time). She quietly slips out of the room.
Lifting the soup I scoop a small spoon full and place it to her lips. She swallows it down, I keep repeating the process until the bowl is empty. I get the cup of water and place the straw to her lips, she finishes half the cup. I know that Layla is in there somewhere, she's eating and drinking. I sense that she's eating to keep the babies nourished. I believe that if she didn't have them I would've found her dead in the basement. They were her reason to keep going.
