Sold to the Capo-Chapter 34: WIFE PROBLEMS

VINCENZO’S POV

Blood. Lots of it. All over the floor, my clothes, and my hands.

Son of a...

The man tied to the chair coughed out more blood, his eyes swollen and near blind while his body was battered beyond recognition.

"Let’s try this again" I huffed, flexing my aching knuckles.

We’d been at it for hours and he was the last person who was still alive. I ended up killing the others when they didn’t give me the answer I wanted.

The sound of him wheezing brought my attention back to him and I circled him, watching him with dark eyes, adrenaline rushing through my veins as I stared him down like a predator would.

His head was lulled back to a weird angle and blood was steadily streaming from his mouth, he was one step away from death and he knew it, I had kept him on the brink for hours, hitting him in places that would hurt but wouldn’t kill him. At least not for now.

"I.." he paused to splutter out blood, his eyelids struggling to open beyond how they could.

"I’m not asking for anything much. A name" My voice was low as I walked over to the table, my eyes searching around my weapons, humming softly to myself like this was a casual occurrence. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

It was, anyway for me.

I picked up a small, rusty screwdriver from the table, the metal glinting in the dim light of the room. The man’s eyes widened as I approached him, the screwdriver held loosely in my hand.

"A name," I repeated, my voice low and even. "That’s all I’m asking for. Who attacked Gamma Haven?"

The man’s eyes darted back and forth, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He knew he was running out of time, and I could see the desperation in his eyes.

"I...I don’t know," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

I sighed, my eyes narrowing as I raised the screwdriver. "Don’t lie to me," I warned, my voice dripping with menace. "I hate liars. I despise them. They remind me of myself."

With a swift, precise motion, I drove the screwdriver into the man’s shoulder, just above the collarbone. He screamed, his body arching back in agony as I twisted the screwdriver, applying pressure to the wound.

"Who?" I demanded, my voice rising above the man’s screams. "Who attacked Gamma Haven?"

The man’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with pain. I knew I had to keep him conscious, or I’d never get the information I needed.

With a swift motion, I pulled the screwdriver out of the man’s shoulder, and he slumped forward, gasping for breath. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back as I leaned in close.

"Last chance," I whispered, my eyes blazing with intensity. "Who attacked Gamma Haven?"

The man’s eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of recognition. Then, in a barely audible whisper, he spoke a single word:

"Master LaRosa"

That was enough for me to let go of him and take a step back, my eyes wide. Holy shit.

He knew.

I kept a passive look on my face, trying to force the anger back down. If my father was the one who orchestrated the plan...

I took a look at the man who was wincing, his face scrunched up as blood pooled out of the open wound, steadily dripping to the wooden floorboard.

"Master LaRosa, eh?" I tilted my head, strolling back to the table that contained my weapons.

This particular person wasn’t smart, I knew that much from the way he spoke.

His eyes followed my movement, his body tensing as I picked up a pair of pliers, the metal cold and unforgiving.

"You know..." I called out, still backing him as I raised the pair of pliers to stare at it in the dim light.

With a sardonic smile, I turned back to him, pointing the weapon at him. "This one is kinda my favorite" I smirked, striding over to him, watching in Glee as he trashed about In his chair, struggling against the restraints.

Was this how weak this man was? He cowered at the mention of death. That was more than enough to give him away, my father would never use someone like him to do a job like that.

This was one of the few times I was grateful for what I had learned from my father, we always believed in one thingㅡ never be content with just doing it, do it to the best.

I had barely even touched the man yet he was howling. Would I ever be reduced to something like this? Hard to tell because I knew it would never happen.

"Let’s try one more time" I crouched down in front of him, my dark eyes following the way his damp hair matted to his forehead, sweat drenching his bloody form. "Who sent you...?" I asked, my voice low.

The man coughed again and I stepped back in time to avoid the stray of blood he coughed.

He opened his mouth, heavy gasps escaping him before his body went limp for the third time in an hour.

I watched his unconscious form for an unhealthy amount of time before I stood up, looking down at him.

"Always passing out..." I hissed under my breath.

My phone on the table rang and I turned towards it, frowning because not many people had my number.

I walked over to the table and grabbed it, tilting my head to hold it between my head and my shoulder while I grabbed a rag to clean my hands.

"Yes Salvatore" I hummed into the phone as I confirmed who I was speaking to.

The man on the other end sounded amused. "You have such a lovely entourage here"

"You’ve met Val already, what’s wrong?" I frowned, dropping the rag to hold my phone with my hands.

"Your wife threw a party. How nice of her" He chuckled into the phone.

That was enough to grab my attention.

A...party?