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“And let me guess? You offered to be the one to do it?”
“Of course. We want him to truly believe you are dying right?”
I huffed loudly. “Nothing to my face. It’s my best feature,” I smirked.
He walked over to a cabinet that was full of torture devices and held out two options. A leather whip with metal spikes attached or a steel poker. We had one of those ourselves. You scorch it until it glows and scar the skin. Hurts like a mother fucker but it would leave less scaring than the whip.
“Poker,” I shrugged as I sat down on the metal chair and rolled up my trouser leg. I wasn’t about to let him scold just any part of my body. Lorenzo’s eyebrows raised at my choice but a sadistic smile spread across his face as he used a blow torch to heat the poker until the end glowed a vibrant orange.
He strolled over to me when it was ready and I mentally prepared myself for the insufferable pain of burning flesh.
“Remember, the louder you are the better,” Lorenzo chuckled before he slammed the poker up against my calf muscle. I roared louder than I normally would at such pain and hissed as my skin sizzled against the steel.
Lorenzo removed it and I took some deep breaths. “Again,” I muttered.
He pushed it against the same wound which felt like I was being burnt alive as I screamed in agony and groaned until he pulled it away. If this was a true torture, I wouldn’t be making a sound. Biting down on my tongue rather than give them the satisfaction of hearing a peep out of me but that wasn’t the purpose. I wanted Sal to believe I was being tortured so it would make my deceit so much sweeter when I walked in there to kill him.
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Salvatore
The back of my head was fucking throbbing as I came around to darkness. Suddenly, the fabric over my head was whipped off me and I was confronted with bright lights and the face of my nemesis. Riccardo Leone.
I didn’t have time to say a word, before his fist connected with my cheek and I spat blood out onto the cement floor of my interrogation cell.
“Nice to see you too, Amico,” I smirked, blood lining my teeth before he hit me again.
“If you are that pissed off I didn’t send you an invite to my wedding, you could have just called,” I chuckled as his smile grew.
“Oh, you still believe you are getting married today. That’s precious.”
Anger rose in me that I was in fact here and not at my fucking wedding. The one I had waited thirty fucking years for.
Riccardo whistled and laughed, shaking his head as he walked over to a cabinet and leaned against it.
“Cecilia Buccini. I don’t blame you. She is one fine piece of ass. If I wasn’t happily married already, I would probably have taken her for myself.”
I hissed at him through clenched teeth. My jaw tense as my eyes burned with hate. She was mine. No other man will ever have her.
“Tell me Sal. Did you really believe that she would jump straight into your arms as soon as you killed her husband or were you playing the long game?”
I clicked my tongue and glared at him. As if I would ever admit that I killed Vin to him. If I did make it out of this alive, I wouldn’t ever risk CeCe or Giovanni knowing the truth.
Yes, I planned the murder of my only brother. He didn’t deserve everything he had. He was born the lucky one. He had charm and charisma. Everyone who met him loved him. My papi even preferred him to me. I was the first born so I was the heir. I had to live up to every one of my father’s high expectations whereas he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He was mamma’s favourite too, the crazy old bat. She made him soft. She made him lovable. And then he stole the only person I had ever wanted love from. Cecilia. I found her first. She was mine before she was his. Yet, he wormed his way in and stole her from me. He turned her against me. And when he started to do the same to Giovanni, I knew it was time to get my revenge. I waited patiently for years. Watched him have it all. The loving family. The perfect woman. The respect of our men. But I would not allow him to take Giovanni from me. He was my son. He was my heir.
That little gold-digging slut was trying to take him too. But that should all be solved by the end of the day. The fact Giovanni was even doubting his relationship with her was a fucking bonus. Hopefully he won’t even go looking for her when he finds out she’s missing. That psychotic little prick better stick to his word and take her far away from here. Hopefully, he kills her. He has it in him. You can see it in his eyes.
“No longer in the mood for talking Salvatore?” Riccardo sneered, as he fastened metal spiked knuckle rings to his hand. “You see… I know what you did. I know you plotted to kill Vincenzo with Francesco and tried to frame us for it. What a convenience that Francesco is no longer with us to back up the story.”
I refused to open my mouth. I had no doubt he wasprobably knew the truth and was not bluffing.He would have been looking into Vin’s murder the moment he heard I was pinning it on him. Which is why I needed them gone. Him and his son.
After a few rounds of beatings, the metal spikes piercing my jaw and stomach from his blows, I panted loudly.
“What do you want, Riccardo?” It was time to negotiate my release. I would find something this fucker wanted more than my head. Everyone had their price.
Suddenly, a loud roar and painful scream echoed through the walls. My eyes widened and my nostrils flared as I knew it was Giovanni.
“Name your price Leone. Anything you want as long as you release me and my son.”
