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He can’t have much left in him this time. He’ll be passing out soon…
But then he’ll wake up, and we’ll get to do this all over again.
“Why, Greco?” I ask him, more out of obligation.
Doesn’t truly matter. And I refuse to ask him about Evelina. Can’t trust a fucking thing out of his mouth.
I remove the gag so he can answer me, regardless of if I’ll believe him.
“Dante, I’m fuckin’ sorry. Fuck, man.” His words come out through jagged pants as he struggles to breathe.
I can’t find it inside me to feel an ounce of remorse.
Not after he almost got my woman killed.
He deserves everything I’ll give him and then some.
“Not interested in hearing apologies,” I tell him. “I’d like to know what made you think selling your soul to the fucking devil was a good idea.”
I stand in front of him and run my fingers over the blade of my knife, sending some of the blood and muscle and cartilage flinging to the ground.
His eyes start to roll back in his head, so I knee him in the balls.
“Next time, I’ll be sinking my fucking blade into your nuts,” I warn him.
His body starts to tremble, causing him to wince and cry out in pain, any slight movement enough to rip his already torn flesh.
“Money. Fu…fucking. Fucking money.”
No fucking way he did this to line his pockets.
“Fucking liar. You were compensated. You weren’t fucking hurting. You’re a fucking capo with men underneath you. You fucking lying sack of sh—”
“I owed! Dante! Fucking Chr…Christ! I shouldn’t have done business with Gabriel Amato, but I did, and I tried to get out of it, and he blackmailed me. There’s more to it,” he finally spits out as his head rolls back. “They said they’d take Evelina if I didn’t pay them and I—”
Another pause as he starts to fade once more. “You’re gonna fucking kill me anyway. What’s it fucking matter?” He lets out a long, frenzied scream. “It was Evelina. It was my wife. It was her or Giana. I offered to get Giana to the cartel in exchange for payment. It was the only fucking option to save her. Went behind your back and Amato’s back and helped Martìnez get Giana for a very high payment. I thought I could figure out how to get the money and pay off Amato and be done with this shit. Maybe both sides would be none the wiser. But here I fucking am.”
I shove my blade into his groin, not giving a fuck what I hit, knowing it’ll be something that’ll make him squirm like the fucking coward he is.
And damn, was I right.
That wakes pretty boy Greco up. A shrill, high-pitched scream leaves his lips as his bloodshot eyes bulge, and I can’t help but laugh when I pull the knife out of him and watch as the blood pours through the hole I’ve made in his pants.
“They knew too much,” he gets out when he finally calms. “They got to me.” He stops again but quickly finishes as I step forward. “Their offer was too good to refuse. I’m sorry, Dante.”
I don’t believe him.
I don’t believe it was that simple.
I look at him in those blue eyes of his as they stare back at me vacantly, as if his life has slowly started to ascend from his body.
“Ev,” he rasps out, his voice low and deep now. “Ev didn’t know. If you…” He coughs, choking on his spit. “If you believe anything, make it be that, and have mercy on Evelina.”
Three Months Later…
It’s beenthree months since the kidnapping and subsequent other horrifying acts that followed. My dreams have turned into nothing but recurring nightmares.
Nightmares where I can still feel his breath on my neck.
