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Gravel crunched beneath the tires as Ant drove to the windowless building.
Inside, Stefano and Carmine sat at a table eating burgers and fries.
Off to one side, a man slumped in a chair. Crusted blood colored the side of his face. His gaze shifted to me. He swallowed hard.
I glanced at his associate in the corner.Castoro.Rough rope bound his wrists together. With his arms stretched over his head, he hung from a hook. Muscles bunched, and his shoulders strained, ready to pop from the joint.
Ant crossed to the table. “Did you get me some lunch?”
Stef nodded to the bag. Ant stuffed his hand in and grabbed a burger.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Stef asked as Giada entered the room.
It wasn’t her first time being involved in an interrogation. Giada was stunningly beautiful. I didn’t make excuses for my father’s weaknesses. He hadn’t just been addicted to her warm mouth and wet pussy, but he loved that she’d been ruthless in her pursuit of power.
She approached Stefano. “What have they told you?”
Stefano leaned back in his chair and popped a fry into his mouth. “Nothing yet. I’m still eating my lunch.”
“Are these the men who killed Roberto?” she asked.
“Fuck.” Ant tossed his burger to the table. “Now, we know why the boss kept your mouth full with his cock. You don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
Stefano laughed. “I’ll get a dick to stuff in her mouth.”
He grabbed his knife and approached the one calledCastorohanging by his arms. He bucked, flailing on the hook. The man in the chair averted his gaze. His shoulders stiffened.
“Who isCastoro?” I asked, testing their loyalty to each other. I circled around the back of the chair and rested a hand on the man’s shoulder. He nervously glanced at his partner.
“You wish to remain silent. Your boss would be pleased to know this. I, however, am not.”
Ant pointed to the man hanging from his wrists.
“You see, I already know who killed my father.”
I nodded to Stefano. He lowered the zipper of the man hanging on the hook. His trousers dropped around his ankles, catching on his alligator loafers. With a tug, he had his boxers down around his knees. The long, limp appendage flopped against the man’s balls.
“No, fuck, no,” the man begged.
I lifted my gaze to his. “Do you have something to tell me?”
“Tell me what you want to hear. Yes, I pulled the fucking trigger.”
“On don Adami’s order,” I stated. “Why?”
“I don’t question orders,” he cried.
“Enough,” the man in the chair barked. “Give them nothing.”
I nodded to Stefano.
“Damn, it’s almost a shame to cut it off.” Stef glanced over his shoulder at Giada. “Do you want to play with your food first?”
Leaning over, I spoke low but loud enough for both the man in the chair and the one hanging to hear me. “She’s my father’s cunt, but still too good for his cock. This one’s for you.”
His jaw clenched.
With the flick of Stefano’s wrist, the razor-sharp blade sliced through the man’s penis, and the filet of skin dropped to the floor. The man jerked hard, biting through his tongue. Blood gushed over his lips. His piercing scream echoed off the walls.
