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“Your father isn’t coming to save you, kid,” I tell him as I step back and grab a knife. I’m about done playing with him and ready to move on to the fun part of the evening. It’s time to give young Matteo a few lessons on interrogation and what kind of world he’s signed up for, since it seems his father and brothers haven’t educated him properly. His eyes flash to the knife in my hands, and the worry sets in, followed by panic as I slowly make my way toward him. He starts to struggle, and I try not to let my pleasure at that show. “And I’m about to share a valuable lesson with you, so make sure you pay close attention.”
Before I reach him, I turn to the man closest to him, bring the knife up and press it tight to the man’s throat. He thrashes as he tries to pull away. Are all of Leonardo’s men such pussies? Fucking pathetic, and they don’t deserve to walk out of here alive. “Unlucky for you, you were chosen for this particular mission. So one of two things is going to happen. You’re going to tell me what I want to know and you’ll die a quick death. Or you don’t, and I draw this out for hours, or maybe even days until you do. So what’s it going to be? I’ll give you until the count of five to decide. One…”
“I’m not telling you nothing, asshole,” the man hisses with a quick flash of confidence.
“Two.”
“Fuck you.”
“Three.” I press the knife tighter to his throat and sweat starts to drip down his face and neck.
Panic overrides bravado as he pleads, “Please. Please just let me go.”
“Four,” I say darkly, letting my face show how serious I am.
“Okay, okay!” he cries desperately, “I’ll tell you.”
I pause and narrow my eyes when he goes silent. I dig the knife into his throat, making him thrash in panic. “I’m losing my patience so I suggest you start talking,” I warn him.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Matteo screams at him, thrashing and swinging himself as he tries to get himself out of the chains.
“Shut him up,” I order Dante, who is already moving. Within seconds he has Matteo gagged, though it doesn’t stop him from trying to get loose. I look back at the man hanging expectantly, keeping the knife pressed tight to his throat. “Start talking.”
“Keep your mouth shut, Aldo,” another man hisses.
I don’t even have to speak before Dante goes over, puts a gun to his forehead, and pulls the trigger. The remaining men thrash and scream, pleading for their lives. Dante silences them. A quick punch to the gut for one and an uppercut to the jaw for the other. Once the room is silent, minus Matteo’s muffled screams and thrashing. “You were saying,” I say expectantly to the man in front of me.
He swallows hard. “I don’t know the name of the person, but it’s someone who works for you. He’s been giving away secrets about your operation for weeks to try and get Leonardo to give him a shot at a higher title in the organization.”
So I have a rat. Fury burns in my veins, but I ignore it for now. I have more information to extract first. “And what exactly did this guy say? That he saw me or my men take the De Luca woman?”
“Uh, yeah, pretty much,” he stammers out. “He said you kidnapped a woman and she was being kept against her will and that you had your men searching for information on that woman. And that you had men staking out the area that you saw her, which is where the De Luca girl was being housed.”
So my rat has been privy to a good amount of information. “What else did he say?”
He swallows and looks at Matteo for a moment before he looks back at me. “That you are getting ready to make some big moves and there is a chance that you’re going to start a war.”
I glance over at Dante. “Apparently we’re going to start a war,” I repeat in amusement. “All by ourselves, over a woman.”
Dante gives a mocking smile back. “He apparently doesn’t know your reputation if that’s what he thinks.”
Indecision moves over the man’s face when I look back at him. “What else?” I demand.
“I, uh, I-I don’t know of anything else,” he stammers. “That’s all I knew. Now let me go.”
“No, see, that wasn’t in the cards for you. I told you if you started talking, I’d give you an easy death, and since I’m a man of my word…” I step back, grab the gun off the table, lift, and fire. Then I turn to the other two men. “Now it’s your turn. If you have something you’d like to add, I suggest that you get talking. I was nice to him, and I’m not about to be as nice to either of you.” Neither men speak, but of course, that’s to be expected. Matteo’s screams are growing hoarse now, and it’s much easier to ignore him. I turn to Dante. “Normally, I’d handle both of them myself, but I know you’ve been chomping at the bit to get a turn, so take your pick.”
“Gladly,” Dante says, stepping forward.
By the time Dante is finished, the man is crying for his mother and begging to die. I stare at the now bloodied man in front of me, his head hanging forward as he gasps for air. I’m sure Dante broke some ribs, and from the weak sounds coming from him, I’m sure he’s pierced a lung. “I suggest you get talking,” I tell the man darkly. “You’re about to die a very slow and painful death otherwise. One more chance and Dante here will put you out of your misery. If not, you can suffocate on your own blood and not be able to draw in enough air.”
His eyes lift to mine in panic, and the air in his lungs starts to wheeze faster. “Giovanni,” he gasps out, his words no more than a whisper. “Sicilians. Coming. Want girl.”
“What girl?” I demand. “The sister?”
“Yes. Kill me,” he begs on his next breath.
Knowing he’s not going to be of any use to me, I give Dante a cool look, letting him know I’m done. Dante, being a little less kind than I am, grabs a knife, and slices the man ear to ear, letting him bleed out. I turn to the final soldier hanging, and he gives me a mutinous stare. This one, he’s going to be harder to break. But I love a challenge, so I let him see the cold, cruel smile pull across my lips, and I get to work.
