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The corner of her mouth lifts slightly as she meets my eyes. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
I shake my head. “Never.”
Chapter 24
Enzo
It was fucking difficult leaving Rosie with Gianna, but Christiano told me Uncle Dario arrived at the warehouse where we keep our prisoners.
I bring the Mustang to a screeching stop and throw the door open. Not even making sure it shuts, I run toward the side door. The moment the men see me, they get up from their chairs and give me respectful nods.
Heading down a hallway, I pass by the cells, and when I rush into the open area, Uncle Dario is busy ripping a fingernail off Danil.
“You thought you could take my daughter?” he shakes his head. “It makes my stomach roll knowing filth like you touched her.”
There are several nails already lying on the floor along with half a pinky.
“I never considered this a form of torture until I accidentally ripped one off, shutting a door.” Uncle Dario’s voice is calm again, and it makes the tension drain from my body. “Can you believe that?” he continues while gripping Danil’s thumbnail with a pair of pliers. “I still don’t know how it happened, but fuck, it hurt like a bitch.” He makes eye contact with Danil as he slowly rips it off.
While the fucker cries and shouts, struggling against the restraints keeping him tied to a metal chair that’s bolted to the floor, I have to admit, the sight is fucking satisfying.
I walk closer, and it draws Uncle Dario’s attention. He instantly frowns. “Who’s with Rosie?”
“Gianna. I’m only here to make sure you don’t kill them too fast. They have to suffer.”
He holds up the pliers. “I agree.” He gestures at Yegor. “You’ll have to put him on a soft diet. I don’t think he’ll be able to eat meat without his molars.”
I look at the ex-Pakhan and move to stand in front of him. Blood coats his mouth and chin, but he lifts his head, way too fucking proud for a man who’s going to die.
“Rodian called yesterday. He’s taken over the organization you tried to turn into a rotten piece of shit.”
Yegor gives me a hateful look, keeping quiet.
I lean down until we’re eye to eye. “I’m going to humble you, old man.”
Yegor’s accent is heavy as he growls, “Fuck you.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Fuck that whore. Fuck the Cosa Nostra.” He lets out a chuckle. “I should’ve let my men take turns breaking the bitch. Maybe she would’ve worked harder.”
Rage surges through me as I stare him dead in the eye.
“He’s baiting you, Enzo,” Uncle Dario mutters. “The asshole wants a quick death.”
Straightening up, I look at one of my men and order, “Remove his clothes and bring the belt.” I look at Yegor, then smirk. “My father had this neat belt made, where you have to electrocute yourself if you want to eat something.” I step out of the way as my men get to work. “So everytime you want food, water, or just to take a piss, press the button.”
Bennie comes in with the belt, and when he fastens it around Yegor's waist, the ex-Pakhan tries to headbutt him. Instead, Bennie slams his forehead into the Russian’s nose and mutters something under his breath while finishing adjusting the strap.”
I pat Bennie’s shoulder, then I take hold of the button and strap it down on the armrest where Yegor can reach it. I pushit and smile as the Russian’s ass lifts off the seat while his body convulses, and he clenches his front teeth.
As soon as the current stops, he slumps down, his breath bursting over his lips.
“Should I give you another example of how it works?” I ask, and not waiting for a reply, I press it again.
I watch with satisfaction as he seizes, and once it’s over, I say, “I have to go, but I’ll be back. Then the real fun will start.”
“Do you have another one of those belts?” Uncle Dario asks.
“Yes.” I smirk as I glance at Bennie. “Bring one for our other guest.” I pat Uncle Dario’s shoulder. “Enjoy yourself.”
“I will.”
