“Now, Pete, where is my family? If you don’t answer me, I will remove the knife and stick it somewhere else on your body.”
Snot dripped down his face, mingling with his tears. He was pathetic. What was he, an office assistant Benito had recruited for this massacre?
I gave him a moment, and eventually he calmed. “They…”
“Keep your mouth shut.” This time I didn’t ignore the Bratva. I removed my gun and shot him in the shoulder. All he did was hiss. “Speak again, and I take your tongue.” I shifted the Colt to Pete. “Where the fuck is my family?”
“Home!” he shouted. “Home…he took them home.”
I was confused. “Home?”
“Yes…yes, please.”
“What home?”
Pete sniffed, his red swollen eyes meeting mine. “His home.”
My arm dropped, and I looked at Ronnie. “Is Benito really stupid enough to have brought them to his house?”
“He has nowhere else to go, Boss. Think about it. If he was to take them to a warehouse or storefront—hell, even a house, someone would inform you. You have eyes everywhere. But his place…like hiding in plain sight and not linked to you.”
“Huh.” I turned back to Pete. “Thanks.” I raised the gun and shot him in the forehead.
“What makes you think he did not lie?” another of the Bratva men asked.
I pointed to the piss on the floor surrounding the chair Pete was tied to. “He’s not cut out for this line of work. He was forced into it. It was never going to take much to get him to talk.”
He smirked. “I wonder…do you think your fuck boy is cut out for it?”
“What?”
“Do you think Benito is having tea with him?” He snorted. “You know your whore, would he easily give up the location of Benito’s family or would he crumble like this pussy did?”
He was right. Penn wouldn’t tell him, which meant they’d try to pry it out of him, and him not feeling pain meant they’d keep going until he died.
I had to get out of here. But first things first. I yanked the knife out of Pete’s thigh, walked over to the Bratva who was talking to me, and rammed it in his throat. “You don’t disrespect him.”
When he was dead, I looked at the last Bratva. “You have anything to say?”
He shook his head, but he didn’t appear scared.
I nodded curtly and turned on my heel to leave. I was going to get my family back.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Penn
My right eye was swollen,but they’d finally let up after an hour of nonstop punching. I was getting bored, to be honest. I heard Olivia whimpering, but true to their word they kept their eyes closed.
“Keep your eyes closed. How are you two doing?”
Owen had tears streaming down his face. “They’re hurting you.”
“Meh, I don’t feel a thing.” It was true, but that didn’t mean damage wasn’t being done—just that I wasn’t hurting.
“Can I hug you?” Olivia asked. They weren’t tied up, and while I’d have loved a cuddle with my best girl, I didn’t want them to see me like this.
“I’ll make you a deal. Wait till your daddy gets here, so I can hug you back.”
