Sold to Mr. Giordano

“Nothing?” I cock my head and wait. Nothing.

Bye-bye middle fingers.

I do this until both of his hands are fingerless and Luca is pale to the point of passing out. You can’t go too hard fast. You want them conscious when you’re torturing. I let him recover while I talk to him.

“I know your father is with him. Where?”

“Not gonna say. That bitch deserves whatever is coming to her. Maybe her death will finally strengthen you. Doubtful considering the Outfit has been weak for decades.”

I squint my eyes at Luca. “Is that why you want me to step down because I’m weak.” I slice my knife down his bicep which will surely scar.

“You were never supposed to take over. The day Lorenzo died you and Rocco were supposed to die as well. Plan went wrong so Dad had to make a few adjustments.”

My eyes go dark and my blood boils. “The Bratva killed my father.”

“My father paid the Bratva to take out the entire Giordano family and that night Arielle had witnessed everything.”

Arielle knew everything! Why she didn’t tell me, is it because she is afraid of me or there is something else she is hiding from me.

I drop the knife and punch him across the face, my knuckles land on his nose and with a crack I know I’ve broken it. “Son of a bitch.” I’m so out of my mind with rage I punch him again and nearly break his jaw.

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“Where is my wife?”

“None if your goddamn business. You can torture me all you want, you can kill me but my father is still alive and he has big plans,” his laugh is maniacal. “You can kill me but that won’t stop my father from killing your wife and unborn child or from dethroning your pathetic ass.”

“Oh you’re going to die alright, but first you’re going to tell me everything,” I dig through more utensils in the kitchen until I see something that catches my eyes. I smirk as I hold it up. “Do you think this melon ball scooper can scoop an eyeball out of its socket?”

Luca’s breath picks up and he shifts in his seat once more trying to worm his way out of the rope and tape.

“Even if it doesn’t work, I can still take it out the good old fashion way,” a vindictive smile splash across my face, “with my thumb.”

Antonio

Ten fingers, ten toes, one eyeball and fifty lash marks later and Luca still hasn’t confessed to where Marco is holding Arielle.

Drastic times call for drastic measures. I unbutton and unzip his pants earning a disgusted curl of Luca’s lip. “What are you, a fag?”

“No, but you’re going to wish I was because if you don’t answer my question this will be the last few moments you’re going to spend with your little dick,” I let him hang out of his pants as I grab the knife and carefully skim the blade over the base of his flaccid dick.

“I’m not going to answer you,” he shouts.

“Fine with me,” I shrug as I grip his dick hard and prepare to cut straight through.

“Wait!” He screams. “Wait! I’ll tell you!”

I drop his dick and wait for the answer I’ve finally been waiting for. I could’ve started with his dick but it was much too fun tearing him apart piece by piece.

“One of the Bratva warehouses. That’s where she is. I don’t know which one.”

I bring my knife to his dick once more.

“I swear!” His eye widens. “I swear I don’t know which warehouse! I was supposed to keep you occupied here and convince you to step down. I was never supposed to meet up with my father at the warehouse. A few of his men are there with him.”

“Which one’s?”

“Samuel, Archie and Joseph!”

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”

Luca’s body sags in relief but I take the knife and cut his dick off anyways. His screams are loud enough for the entire City to hear.

“That one was for Arabella and this,” I place the knife against his throat, “is for Arielle.” The screams die and peaceful silence fills the room.

Luca is dead.