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“We’re not here for small talk, nor am I interested in your whimpering pleas. The quicker you tell me what I want to know, the better… for you, at least.”
“I… what do you want to know?”
“Where is Luciano Maranzano?”
A warm wetness spread over Gabriel’s lap as he pissed himself in sheer terror when the question registered in his mind. As much as he feared Andrei, so did he dread the wrath of the Sicilian Don. Either way, he was a dead man. He knew that Andrei would take his time and draw out the pain as long as possible.
As the first blow landed, Gabriel let loose a blood-curdling scream. He knew it was in vain. He had been in this very mausoleum many times during interrogations as a trusted advisor to the Guzun Bratva. No one would hear him down here.
“Last chance, Gabriel,” Andrei said darkly. “Tell me what I want to know.”
Gabriel spat a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor. “Go to hell,” he rasped as he dug deep for courage and stared at Andrei with defiance still burning in his eyes.
Andrei smiled. “Wrong answer.”
Gabriel started, and his eyes went wide with fear as he watched Andrei scrape two long, sharp steel rods together. An awful screeching noise echoed around the bunker.
“Wh-What are you—Isus Hristos!” Gabriel’s words morphed into an ungodly scream as Andrei ruthlessly stabbed the rods deep into his thighs, not stopping until the bones prevented further penetration. Blood streamed down Gabriel’s legs as he whimpered in agony.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” Vadim remarked dryly.
“NO! NO-NO! Please, st-stop!” Gabriel begged hoarsely. His pleas turned to piercing shrieks as Andrei held up a set of jumper cables. Sparks flared as he touched the clips together. Gabriel’s eyes darted to the side. The cables were connected to a high-voltage generator. “No! You can’t do this,” he screeched as Andrei amped the dials higher.
Gabriel thrashed against his restraints until Andrei grabbed his jaw in an iron grip.
“Hmm.Nyet, still the wrong answer,” he hissed as he stared into his eyes and brought the live clips down onto the protruding steel rods.
Gabriel’s body contorted in excruciating spasms, his screams bouncing endlessly off the concrete walls. The sickly sweet smell of burning flesh permeated the air as Andrei held the cables in place, his face devoid of emotion. After endless seconds, he released the clips, leaving Gabriel convulsing violently.
“Shall we try this again?” he asked calmly, as if inquiring about the weather.
Gabriel could only whimper, tears streaming down his face, as he prayed for the release of unconsciousness… or death. If this was only the beginning, he would prefer to die a quick death.
“I d-don’t kn-know where he is.”
“So disappointing, Gabriel.” Andrei shrugged. “Very well.”
Gabriel started screaming before the clips touched the steel pens as he watched Bogdan turn the dials even higher.
“R-Romania. He’s in Romania in Bra?ov,” he shouted to keep Andrei from torturing him further.
“We already know he’s heading there. I want an exact location, Gabriel.” Andrei’s jaw locked as Gabriel shook his head. “My patience is running out. I suggest you start talking quickly. Believe me, this has only been a prelude to what’s coming.”
Lowering his head in defeat and his chest heaving from exertion and pain, Gabriel rumbled off an address.
“What security does he have?”
“Nothing. He doesn’t expect anyone to ever find out about the place.”
Andrei made a call to his Underboss with the instructions to confirm the location and to send him a live link directly from the GeoEye system. It took twenty strenuous minutes where Gabriel’s heavy breathing was the only sound in the room until Andrei received the intel. Studying the footage, his smile turned cold as he zoomed in on the figure of a man walking out onto the porch of the large ski lodge.
“I’ve got you now, you bastard.” Walking toward the stairs, he said over his shoulder, “He’s yours, Bogdan. It’s time he learns there are always repercussions if you fuck with the wrong people.”
“NO! Andrei, wait! I gave you what you wanted. We’re family!” Gabriel screamed in terror.
“So, you did.” Andrei stopped to look at him. “Family or not, you are also the reason Maranzano managed to turn many Bratva groups against the Red Bratva and the Guzuns. For that, you will pay.”
Shutting his mind against Gabriel’s screams as Bogdan started slashing at him with a rapier-like knife, he walked out of the mausoleum with Arian and Vadim on his heels.
