Taming A Billionaire

Note: Gruesome scene ahead. 

The third point of view:

Niklaus was grateful for the fact that he had not brought Reina to this place else he would not have tortured Miguel to his heart's content- it was a known fact women were not a fan of violence. 

Niklaus's heart was hardened because the only thing that he could think about was what would have happened if Reina and his kids had died in the bastard's hands. What would he have done? Because he was sure as hell that his life would never remain the same. 

The blood-curdling scream from Miguel didn't move both men - Niklaus and Sakuzi - watching the scene with an expressionless face. Instead, they were busy analyzing the location that would cause him more pain.

By the time Niklaus waved his hand, more than ten needles had been pierced into Miguel's body, he twitched in pain. He wanted to speak out, but he didn't have the strength to say with all the screaming he had been doing; his voice was dry and husky. 

Niklaus turned to Fernandez, "How is it?"

"Good, but I'm still not satisfied," was Sakuzi's answer, "Don't tell me it's over already?" 

"Of course not, it's not over yet, but we have to make sure he doesn't bleed out and die in the process. He needs to be alive to enjoy all the dishes I prepared," Niklaus smiled, but to Miguel that was a smirk from the depth of hell. 

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, here they were, discussing the best way to end him as if he was an animal. He was a human. A fucking human with rights for crying out loud! 

"Shall we continue?" 

"Of course, go ahead. I should not be a hindrance to your fun," Sakuzi declared with all seriousness.

Miguel felt goosebumps on his arms as soon as Niklaus rested his gaze on him saying, "I heard you touched my daughter," 

Oh boy, he was finished. He never thought this would be brought up. He had said it then to get a rise out of Reina. Well, maybe, he did want to touch Isabella a little - what male would resist such astounding beauty. But in the end, he didn't do it, did he?

"No, no, no," Miguel began to shake his head in denial, "I did not mean anything I had said, it was just a joke," he was hoping to do damage control. Well, what was the use when he was going to die anyway?

"You see, that's the problem..." All smiles vanished from Niklaus' face, "I don't joke around with my family," He looked like a grim reaper of death saying those.

"I'm sorry... Forgive me!" Miguel broke down in tears like a little kid. Snots trailed down his nose, his eyes so red and swollen, it was a wonder he could still see. 

But none of those words touched Niklaus' heart, instead, he ordered, "I need to see the hand you touched Isabella with," 

"No, no, no!" Miguel refused to show his right hand but the men quickly overpowered him, unlocked his right hand from the cuffs, and placed it on the desk the other had pulled over immediately while another came over with a knife. 

"Please don't...!" Miguel pissed on his pants in the process of begging. Not that it changed their mind anyway because the next that was heard was his anguish scream as the fingers of his right hand were chopped off one after the other like a piece of meat with a blunt knife - intentionally prolonging the torture. 

At this point, it was obvious to everyone that Miguel was on the verge of death. With the amount of blood bled out on the floor, he wouldn't survive the next thirty minutes.

"This is getting too tedious, just end him," Sakuzi said to him.

"You wouldn't mind doing the honor then," Niklaus handed a gun to him, "For your daughter, Reina," 

"For Reina," Sakuzi took the gun from his son-in-law, rising from his seat with grace. 

This time, Miguel didn't bother to struggle, his breath was deep and rapid nor did he have the energy to move. He knew this was his end. 

With a firm grasp, Sakuzi pulled the trigger and the first bullet got Miguel on the arm, on the same spot where Reina had been hit.

Sakuzi was a magnanimous man when he wanted to be, but then, he was vindictive as well. Anyone who touches what's precious to him must be prepared to pay the price as well. 

The second shot got Miguel on the leg, he grunted in pain. Sakuzi knew how many bullets were left in the gun and that was the reason he wasn't going for a straight kill. The bastard had to suffer a bit more before he gave him everlasting rest. 

Three more shots got him on the thigh, stomach, and finally on the head. Miguel's neck turned to the side in death. His eyes did not shut close immediately, gazing out until the light in them dimmed. 

When it was over, Sakuzi tossed the gun away. The threat to his daughter's life, his family, was gone. With a deep breath, he placed his hand on Niklaus' shoulder and squeezed slightly before taking his leave. 

Even without being told, Niklaus knew he just scored brownie points with his father-in-law. He turned to his subordinates, "Clean up," and took his leave as well. 

It was time to return home to his wife Reina who didn't know he sneaked out of bed to come here. It was the unholy hour of two in the morning nor did the guards at his place question his movements since this was not the first time he had to go on assignments like this. 

Without as much noise, Niklaus tiptoed back to the house, grateful for the fact that everyone was still asleep or so he thought because as soon as he shut the door to his bedroom, a voice asked from behind, 

"Where are you coming from?" 

Oh boy. 

With a deep breath, he coordinated himself and turned to her saying, "I had a little problem to take care of," He would be a fool to keep secrets from her again. 

Even without going into details, Niklaus knew Reina understood him since she walked over to him and rubbed off a spot of blood on his cheeks, 

"Go and have a shower if you want to get on my bed tonight," she commanded him. 

It was their bed. Well, anything the madam says. 

"Sure," Niklaus didn't even argue with her and was set to leave when an idea hit him and he turned to her grinning.

"What?" Reina was uncomfortable with that perverted smile of his - she knew what look signified.

"Perhaps, Madam," Niklaus gestured, "You wouldn't mind lending me a hand in the shower, would you?"

No, no fucking way.