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The man sets the device down. "You had your chance to deal with me. Now you'll face my boss."
Constantine clenches his fists. "Let our boys go first. We’ll message the Antonovs and tell them to meet you here."
"It's too late for that."
A door in the back of the office opens. Four men in suits enter the room. Muscles bulge in their bodies and their hair is buzzed. They have enormous Italian noses that take up their entire faces. Their jaws are chiseled and sharp.
Michael. Anton. Zaire. Seth.
The Diavolo brothers.
I'd recognize these fuckers anywhere. They’re fierce and ferocious. There's four in total and they don't give a shit about anything except their business.
"Thank you." Michael Diavolo's voice is deep. "I take it you’ve treated our guests well."
"Too well, sir." The man who first accosted us nods. "They refuse to cooperate."
Anton Diavolo pulls an electronic device out of his suit coat. "You had the chance to ditch this operation when you could. You didn't need to side with the Antonovs or fix up their soldiers after turf wars."
Gianluca clenches his jaw. "Is that what this is about?"
Anton steps forward. "We run this fucking city and we have for years. You walked into this goddamn mess and you weren't bright enough to realize it. Now we have your boys and we’re not afraid to hurt them. If you don't text Nikolai Antonov and tell him to get his ass down here, we’ll kill you."
Rage burns my insides. There's no way these motherfuckers will get away with this. "My brother already told you we don't negotiate with terrorists."
Anton shakes his head. "Have it your way."
He approaches me and sticks out the device. I jut my chin out when I stare down at it. A sharp point comes out of a metal tip, sizzling hot. It glows red and emits smoke. I realize it's an electronic branding tool for cattle.
"Remove his shirt,” Anton orders the guards.
"You'll do no such thing." I spit at his feet. "Don't put your fucking hands on me."
The guards don't listen to me. They grab my arms, then force me against the wall. I kick one in the thigh, but he clenches my knee and twists it. Pain races up my body but I force myself to stay strong.
They produce an X-Acto knife and stick out the blade. They tear my shirt off, shredding it to pieces and letting it fall to the floor in tatters. The blade pierces my skin and blood trickles down my back.
"This is an electronic cattle prod industrial farms use in their operations across the country. You have one more chance to cooperate with us," Anton says.
"Not in your wildest goddamn dreams."
Anton presses the prod into my chest. Searing pain soars across my body. He digs it into my skin, working it into my flesh.
Wesley screams as he watches. "Daddy!" He fights against the men holding him, but my torturer doesn't stop. Anton burns me until the smell of flesh enters my nose and sweat drips down my back.
"That was the lowest setting." His eyes turn to slits. "You can cooperate with us or let your family and boys suffer the same fate."
"Torture us all the fuck you want." Constantine refuses to back down. "We still won't do what you say. You pieces of shit deserve what's coming to you."
Zaire Diavolo walks over to Constantine. He pulls a second cattle prod out of his suit pocket and drives it into Constantine's neck.
Constantine screams as shock waves of pain roll through him. His body shakes but the men standing behind him keep him upright.
Arlo blinks back tears. "Fight him, Daddy. Grab the cattle prod and beat his ass."
Michael sneers at us. "You chose the hard way. We have no choice but to take it out on your boys."
"You'll regret it if you do."
