Page 45 of Urgent Vows
"If you need anything, please call for me."
I nod. Though I can't think what I could need that I would call someone else to get me.
"Don Severu does not want you going to the bathroom by yourself," Emilia informs me.
"Hmm," I answer noncommittally. If Severu thinks I'm going to wake up someone else to take me pee, he's delusional.
With a nod, Emilia moves to turn out the lights before she leaves and closes the door behind her.
SEVERU
Leaving Catalina to her bath is for the best. Her pussy can't withstand another session so soon after her first time. If I stay, I won't be able to keep my hands off of her, much less my dick out of her.
Besides, I have business that cannot wait until tomorrow.
Francesco Jilani.
Letting him wait in the box until tomorrow would be good psychological torture, but my need to get my hands on him and make him pay for what he did to my wife at our reception overrides strategic rationale.
Her remodeled fractures tell the story of long time abuse, even if she hadn't been as candid with me as she was in the car. My former consigliere did not just hurt what is mine; he broke faith with both my father and me. He lied to his don.
When I arrive at our front building, Miceli and my head enforcer, Angelo, are waiting for me. We go down to the hidden level below the parking garage together. I leave my security detail guarding the elevator doors.
Angelo uses his code and the retinal scan to access the outer room and then the box. When the wall that hides the box slides to the side, I find Francesco dozing, his head lolling forward. The sturdy metal chair we use for most interrogations has been attached to the floor. His ankles and wrists are bound with zip ties to the chair legs and arms.
He's naked. That was a detail Miceli left out in his update to me while Catalina's injuries were being seen to in the hospital.
I look at my brother with a raised eyebrow.
"You would have been pissed at me if I knocked him around for what he did to your wife, so I did this instead."
Yes, all the pain that Francesco would suffer over the coming hours would be my honor to inflict. I start by backhanding him to wake him up. My blow knocks the older man's head back and to the side.
He wakes with a start, jerking his head upright. "What the hell! Severu, what is the meaning of this?"
"The meaning?" I ask. Then I look over at Angelo. "Does being in that chair have any existential meaning?"
"Nope. It's just a good place to dole out pain."
"Cut the shit, Severu. You can't treat me like this. I'm a made man. I'm loyal. I've got rights withinla famiglia."
I look at the cockroach that called himself my consigliere. He's kept himself in shape, which will make the coming hours more satisfying. He will last longer than a man with no stamina.
I spit in his face.
He shouts curses at me.
"Trust a lawyer to go on about rights," Miceli says. "At least his own."
"You have no rights," I bark. "You betrayed me, your don, like you betrayed my father before me. You are nothing inla famiglianow."
"I didn't betray either of you!"
I punch Francesco in the stomach. I want it to hurt, but I don't want this to go too fast. His pain is going to last.
"The hell you didn't. My father had the same policy I do. No capos, no underbosses, no head enforcers,no consiglieres," I stress. "Who beat their wives or children."
"That's bullshit. You got no right to interfere with my personal family. They are not mafia business."
