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“Marcia,cazzo,get these fucking handcuffs off me. This is not funny.”
I lean in brushing my lips against his, “Do I look like I am laughing?”
“Marcia!”
I lift my gun and smash it on his nose, loving the way a slow trickle of blood forms from his nostril. His eyes widen in pain. “What the actual fuck?”
“Exactly!” I cock my gun now and press the barrel to the spot where his heart beats. “Now, tell me. Where is Ricci?”
“You have got to be kidding me,” he spits out.
I use the butt of my phone to crush into his nose once, enjoying the new trickle of blood. “Wrong answer. Let’s try that again.”
“You fucking bitch,” he spits out.
I smirk before hitting him again, “Let’s try that again.”
“Are you a fucking cop?” Blood is now spilling from his gums.
I smile before pressing the gun into his temple. “I ask the questions here. Tell me about Ricci.”
“He will fucking kill me.Cazzo.Whatever you think you are after, he will kill you too.”
I smack him again, before pressing the gun deeper into his temple, “Why don’t you worry about your own mortality Luca?”
When I shift the gun to the bottom of his jaw, he realizes that I might actually kill him. His eyes dart from me to the wall.
“He is dangerous.”
“If you tell me the truth, I might let you leave,” I lie. His fate was already sealed the moment he walked into the club, but he does not need to know that.
He looks around, clearly weighing his options. Lying might cost him his life, but the truth might cost him his territory, especially if the other members learned he talked. “I am waiting.”
He swallows once before saying, “Cenere. He worked directly with Ricci okay?”
“Where can I find Ricci, Luca? Don’t make me ask again.”
He swallows again. “Only Dante Cenere would have more information.”
“Dante?” I cock my eyebrow.
He nods his head frantically.
“Dante is already dead. I was hoping you would tell me something I did not already know,” and then I pull the trigger.
Three down, two to go.
I return the gun to my holster. There are a few drops of blood on my hands and my cheek so I go to the bathroom to clean myself off.
I pull out the printed card I leave at every one of my murders.
The inscription on it makes me smirk bitterly.Una vita per una vita. A life for a life.
Everything is falling into place.
Finally, I decide to check Luca’s pockets. I find a packet of condoms, a box of mints and a pocket knife with a skull carved into the handle. No gun? The man clearly did not see this coming.
I am tempted to sit around and watch his dead body bleed out on the ridiculously expensive sheets a little longer, but I know that if I stay here any longer, I risk getting caught. I still have two more names on my list, so it would be a fucking shame.
