“Why are we meeting here, of all places? I thought we spoke about the danger this Lake bestows upon our lives the second we come here?”

Irina crosses her arms as she scoffs at her boyfriend.

“What’s wrong, honey bunches of oats? Scared that your scholarships are going to stop flowing in?”

Vincenzo wraps his hand around her throat.

“Don’t mess around with me. I still own you, and your life is in my hands. Never forget that.”

The star tattoo on her tongue is displayed as she sticks it out.

“How could I ever forget? You permanently marked your territory. There’s no way I could ever let it slip my memory.”

Vincenzo shoved her to the side as he adjusts the watch on his wrist.

“Now, what is it you want from me?”

Irina licks the bottom of her lips as her eyes held something sadistic inside of them.

“That’s an easy answer. I want your body to disappear at the bottom of this lake.”

His immediate reaction was to strike where she stood. Flipping his ring to the inside of his hands, Vincenzo slaps her cross the face. A few specs of blood spews from her mouth as her body collapses on the pier.

Vincenzo climbs on top of her, lifting his hand up to assault her face again. Irina sadistically laughs as she spits in his face.

“That’s right. Show me your true colors. Abuse me like you did the others. Show the world what type of bastard you are.”

Without hesitation, he delivers another harsh hit to her face. Just like before, she continues laughing as her teeth is bloodied. Vincenzo shakes his head, more afraid of her than she was of him.

“Why must I reach this level with you? Do you enjoy pain this greatly?”

Irina halfway lifts her head up as she grips his hair from the root. This makes him move off of her, but she isn’t given much time to get away. Vincenzo reaches into his pocket as he grips the bottom of her leg.

“This shit ends here and now.”

His hand shakes as he presses a knife to her throat. Fear is evident in his eyes, as humor is written all over her face. Once again, he finds himself on top of her.

Before he could go any further, the back of his head was hit with a wooden plank. The last thing Vincenzo saw a pair of black Timbaland boots. He tried fighting the urge to slip into a state of unconsciousness, but the force of the blunt trauma was too grand.

Irina was helped to her feet as the mysterious man dropped some rope on the pier.

“Do you want his death to be long lasting, or should it end fast?”

It took her a few seconds to decide as she swished her mouth back and forth.

“Contact your boys and tell them to bring some tools. After they’ve had their fun, send for the girls. Instruct them to pull out all of his teeth before dumping his body in the water.”

The masked man nods his head as he begins tying Vincenzo up.

Irina reaches into the back of her pocket to pull out a cigarette.