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I moved quickly, strolling back into the living room of the jet and grabbing my duffel bag off the chair. I could feel the air hostess’ eyes on me, but I ignored her and headed for Galiz’s bedroom.
He was still passed out on the bed when I entered. I took the opportunity to strip him of all his clothes before handcuffing his wrists to the bed and tying his ankles together. I sat back in the chair in the corner of the room, a knife twirling in my hand and narrowed my vengeful eyes on him.
There was no one here to save him anymore. It was just me and him. He called himself ‘The Devil’. But I would be the one to show him hell.
He stirred in his sleep, slowly coming around. When he tried to move his bound arms, his eyes snapped open with alarm and looked up. He jumped in fright, realising he was naked and tied to the bed, before he noticed me sitting in the corner of the room. His dark eyes dilated as his thick eyebrows tensed with bewilderment.
“Nice of you to finally join me, Galiz,” I smirked, rotating the handle of my knife as I spun the pointed blade on top of the fabric arm of the chair. “Did you know you snore?”
“What the fuck is this, Barbieri!” he yelled in alarm, tugging on the handcuffs and wriggling on the bed. “Wyatt!”
I chuckled at him calling for his men. “No one is coming, Galiz. I made sure of that.”
He froze, gulping in fear as he realised just how screwed he was. “What do you want, Barbieri? What the fuck is this about?”
I stood up and started walking around the bed. My eyes glided over his hairy tattooed chest and slightly rounded belly with disgust, just to add to the suspense.
“Alessio… come on. We can sort this out. Let’s sit down like fucking men and talk about this.”
I pointed my knife to his chest as he squirmed and lifted the gold chain that was resting against his skin with the blade to study the gold cross. “Religious man, are we? Now that is surprising. You want to confess your sins before you meet your maker?”
“Is that what this is about? The trafficking? You came out here to take me down, right? You want me to stop exploiting those girls? Fine. Done. You’ve made your point. Untie me and we can sort it out.”
“I am not anywhere close to making my point, Galiz,” I sneered. “Do you even know how many girls you have bought and sold over the last twenty years?”
“Come on, Alessio. It’s fucking business! They have nothing going for them. What difference is it from them being on the streets and whoring themselves out?”
“4,658. That’s how many girls you alone have trafficked. And how many of them did you rape yourself?” I asked, stepping away from him and placing the knife on the table behind me.
“It’s not rape when you’re paying for it!” he chuckled. “Okay. Okay, I get it… you're a better man than me. But I can change. We can still work together and make great fucking money, Alessio! We could build the bridge between Italy and America. Showing everyone how it's done.”
“It’s Don Barbieri to you. And I already have more money than I know what to do with. There is nothing you can offer me, Galiz. Nothing but your life.”
I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as I reached up and started removing all his rings and placing them on my own fingers.
“What are you doing? This is really over some whores? Some worthless sluts who mean nothing to society! You’ll start a war for them?”
“I won’t be starting any war. No one knows I am on this plane,” I answered calmly as I placed the last heavy ring on my little finger. “How old was the youngest girl you trafficked, Galiz?”
His eyes bulged as he started shaking his head. “I don’t fucking know! Why does it even matter? Fuck. Come on this is crazy-”
“Ten. Ten fucking years old. Her name was Lily Trone. Do you know where she is now?”
He dropped his head back into the pillow, only frustration etched into his features and not one ounce of regret.
“She’s dead. You sold her for $75,000 and three years later, she’s dead. Is that all her life was worth?”
I smashed my fist into his face, causing him to groan as it whipped to the side. I let the rage take control as I hammered my heavily adorned knuckles into his face nine more times. Ten punches for Lily. I climbed off him, breathing heavily as his bloody face lolled to the side.
“Fucking hell…” he managed to curse through the blood in his mouth as I picked up my knife again and took a seat in the chair once more. I removed all his rings slowly, dropping them each to the floor beside me as he attempted to pull himself up to a sitting position, spitting blood on the bed next to him.
“So, you're going to kill me because I enjoy fucking young girls and making money? Don’t sit there and act the Saint, Don Barberi. You have quite the reputation for your own ruthlessness.”
“I never said I was a saint. I have the last name, Barbieri. My soul has been damned to hell since the moment I was born,” I smirked at him as I slowly removed the Barberi crest ring and placed it on a different finger. Reaching up, I unhooked my chain and dropped my wedding ring into my hand. Holding it up between my fingers for him to see, I continued, “No. I am not killing you because of your sins. I am torturing you for them, yes. But I am killing you because you messed with the one person you never should have.”
I pushed my wedding ring into its rightful place and smiled as a deep frown set on his face.
“You want my wife. So, you have to die.”
