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“We caught Gio. Meet us at the club.” Liam said on the other side of the line.
Francesca’s eyes flew open, the anticipation of knowing what actually happened shimmering behind them. I was as anxious to know as she was. And with yet another note weighing on my anger, I was a little too eager to pull the info from him.
Besides, any fucker that thought crossing me was a good idea deserved exactly what was coming.
“We’ll be right over.” I hung up, watching as Francesca’s body trembled in a mix of excitement and impatience.
“Am I going with you?” Her voice didn’t mask the thrill that coursed through her body.
Any other woman would avoid thinking about what was about to happen. About her husband returning home drenched in blood and new sins. But not my woman.
Francesca knew the rules. She knew that by blood you enter, by blood you leave. That is the Omertà, and that was exactly how I’d see this through.
I was dead set on getting Gio to talk, even if I had to force it out of him before I sent him to meet his fucking maker. The thought of Francesca being in danger just fueled my determination to make him pay, to make him suffer. I’d enjoy every damn minute of it, and by the look on her face, Francesca would, too.
“Baby, after that second note, wherever I go, you go,” I replied before kissing her forehead. “Are you ready to head off?”
“I was born ready.”
We both went down to the garage, our fingers intertwined the whole way before we hopped on the sleek black Ducati Diavel. I love this bike. The name felt right, matching every one of my dark intentions. The ride would only stoke the fire of anger and adrenaline already coursing through me, as if the devil himself had taken over, driving me toward an escalating thirst for revenge. For blood. For justice.
Gio should've known not to cross me. Even if he was backed into a corner, he should've reached out to me. Fucking me over was never a smart move, and now I was determined to make sure he and all my closest men understood just how grim the consequences of treason could be.
Francesca held onto me with all her strength as I revved the engine, and we practically flew to Dea Tacita. Feeling her body flush against mine pushed my bloodlust into overdrive at the thought of losing her because of that fucker.
Now was the time to unravel this shit. To understand if he was behind those notes, too. It was too much of a coincidence to be just that. All too perfectly timed. Too personal.
The ride to Dea Tacita had never been as short as today.
I made sure to walk into the club with Francesca’s hand tightly clasped in mine. My woman wasn’t going to leave my side, and everyone in this damn place needed to set their eyes on their new boss.
The first time she was here, things didn’t go as they should have. I should have been the one to introduce her to everyone so they would show her as much respect as they show me, if not more.
Her firing someone didn’t cease to amuse me, and from what Max had told me, the girl had it coming.
“This way, Princess,” I said, guiding her through a concealed door to the basement where Liam had taken Gio. The room was soundproof, but still, I had ordered my men to test the volume of our new speakers with music roaring as high as it went. Preventive measures only. Gio’s screams would be muffled enough with the insulation alone. Perks of having an architect brother and all.
With great pain would come great and loud, piercing sounds that no one would hear besides those who I deemed worthy of being in that basement today.
“Voglio tutti i miei capitani qui, ADESSO!” I want all my captains here, NOW!
I saw Francesca shivering at the sound of my voice, but I knew it wasn’t fear. I was starting to catch on to her reactions when I spoke Italian. It was lust.
Every one of them needed to witness what was about to happen. They had to understand that being a part of the Cosa Nostra came with as many perks as responsibilities. The consequences of failing to understand that were dire and final.
Thee who played with fire ought to get burned, and I would be the fucking torch who kept on blazing.
Gio had been seated on a wooden chair right in the middle of the room, his hands tied behind him and his feet tied to the chair. There was a black bag over his head made of fabric that would dampen and absorb the liquid, not allowing him to take a breath if we decided to torture him with water. Other than that, it was there to set a fucking point. He knew exactly where he was.
I yanked it off his head as soon as all my most trusted men were in the room. “Trusted” was not a word I used lightly, but then again, we can trust all we want and still get fucked in the end.
Pulling a chair from the far corner, I sat in front of him, my legs spread wide while my elbows rested on my knees, leaning forward and leveled to look right into Gio’s eyes.
“Gio, my friend,” I mocked, my voice laced with an eerie calmness that was way worse than a fit of rage. “I believe you’ve been screwing another lady, cheating on the one that has done nothing but treat you right. How fucked up do you have to be to spit in your own damn plate?”
His eyes searched mine frantically, his expression was etched in fear and panic.
