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After I find out what the hell they think they are doing in Lucia's club.
"You can use my office if you want," Lucia offers.
My innocent, too-generous-for-her-own-safety sun.
"Thank you,ílios mou." I don't care if these men know her importance to me. They won't live to utilize the information. "We'll be fine outside."
"If you're sure."
I nod. "I might be gone a while. We have a lot to catch up on."
"Take your time." The guilt is there in her voice. Again.
It pisses me off, but I can't deal with it right now.
My woman needs to get over this idea that spending time with her is a hardship. Not only am I doing my job for my mafia, but even if I wasn't, watching over her would be my priority.
Especially with the infestation of bratva in the area.
I guide the men outside. My grip on their friend making me the Pied Piper for the other two.
As soon as we step out the door, I shove my hostage to the side and follow, keeping a firm hold on him. When his friends come out the door Bobby and Theo grab them, pressing guns to the back of their skulls to keep them docile.
We force them away from the back entrance to the club. When we are on the other side of the dumpster, I signal to my men to stop. No one using the back parking lot will see us here and garbage isn't taken out until after closing.
The employees that smoke are the only potential problem and I don't plan to be here long enough for it to become an issue.
I don't have to tell Michael what to do with our captives. This isn't our first rodeo and my team works together like a well-oiled killing machine. He slaps duct tape over their mouths and then zip-ties their hands behind their backs and their feet together at their ankles.
"I want you inside the club, keeping an eye on Lucia," I tell Michael in Greek when he is done.
He nods and disappears through the door we came out of with his usual silence.
I toss my keys to Theo. "Get the SUV."
The three trussed up men are now watching me with wariness. Is it the Greek? Or how quickly we incapacitated them?
"You thought you were the baddest motherfuckers in the area, didn't you? But now you know you're three little bitches about to spill the secrets of your brethren."
The one I called Ivan glares daggers at me, but one of his friends looks worried. He'll be the one to break, but not until after I prove with his friends how far I'm willing to go to get information. He's the kind who is impacted as much, or more, by seeing torture happen than being hurt himself.
We toss the three on top of each other in the back of the SUV and secure the specialty cargo net over them before shutting the tailgate. They aren't going anywhere.
Theo drives while Bobby keeps his eye on the prisoners. I call Zeus.
"What's up, little brother?"
"I'm on my way to the warehouse with three bratva soldiers."
"The fuck? Where?" He means where did I come across them?
"At the club."
"I'll be there in twenty. Don't start without me."
There's a lot we can do withoutgetting started, so I don't argue with myanax'sorder.
When Zeus arrives, we have the three men hanging by their zip tied wrists from the rafters. Their feet are bare, making access to toenails and the fragile bones in their feet easy. Right now, their toes can touch the floor enough to take pressure off their shoulder joints. One turn of the winch and they lose even that level of comfort.
