The Mafia nanny [✓complete]

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Luca's POV

I left the event to go to the warehouse,  the drive was quick.

I walked out and the guards led me to the room that held our 'new little friend'.

Just by approaching the room, my anger rose.

I hated the man that sent him.

The same man who was supposed to be my father,  a person who cares.

I scoff, he never cared about anyone.

I entered the room and there,  tied to a chair was a man.

He grinned when he saw me,  I generally hate interrogations.

Especially when the people are so annoying,  thankfully some are easy to crack,  but those are rare.

If my father sent this man in front of me as a spy,  then he's surely not gonna crack easily.

I sat in front of him crossing my legs and my arms.

"So, why don't we start by telling me who sent you? " I asked.

I could see the bruises on his face, most of his clothes had spots with a mixture of dried blood and a few fresh ones.

He scoffed, "I'm telling you nothing" he hissed at me.

I smiled coldly "Oh, but you will" My blood started to boil,  I well knew where he came from.

"Look,  life is simple, tell me who sent you and you don't die" I offered.

He glared at me "You won't kill me? " he asked.

"Do you want to try not telling me and then you'll see? " I saw the fear rising in his eyes.

"I prefer dying than telling you anything" he scoffed.

I chuckled "We'll see about that".
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"Fine,  your father sent me" he coughed out blood.

My blood boiled "I don't have a father," I hissed.

At least my suspicions were now justified.

"But fine, why did he send you? " I moved on.

He glared at me,  as though he can scare me.

I itched to hit him "You know it's a shame I can't get my tux dirty because I still have an event to attend,  you're lucky because I would've punched the shit out of you" I leaned closer to his face.

One of his eyes where already purple and swollen.

He remained silent, I sighed shaking my head while walking around him in a circle.

"You know if you don't answer, I'll torture you to get what I want," I said bitterly.

"I prefer torture,  and you'll get nothing out of me" he struggled to say.

I laughed coldly while clapping my hands slowly "Believe me,  you don't know my type of torture, I torture you so you feel all the pain in the world but not enough to kill you. But enough pain to make you wish you died" I stopped in front of him.

His face was covered in blood. "So what shall I send to your boss?  Your head, feet, fingers, skin? "

He just looked down, I took out a dagger from my tux jacket.

And opened it then I watched it reflect on the dim light.

"Do you know why this is my favourite dagger? " I asked looking at him.