Don Ferna (BWWM)

12.

"Ah, that was a good movie." It really was. Tobias had to live through a whole week of watching each installment of the franchise with Rebecca.

"It's a great movie." Varo corrected harshly, tightening his grip around the man's neck. His fingers were beginning to pale. This man better talk before he dies.

"I'm going to ask you again, but more slowly so you can hear. I take it that the filth here somehow got into your ear and made you deaf the first time." Tobias leaned in after Varo was done buttressing his point. He caught the stench of tobacco that escaped the man's breath.

It has been a while.

"Who. Sent. You?" He asked for the last time and the man shook his head stubbornly. "Throat." Taking several steps back, Tobias instructed Varo who shared brief eye contact with him then gave the man the tiniest sadistic smirk before pressing the knife against his neck.

"Berlusconi!" The man yelled out just as the knife broke the skin and drew blood, making Varo pull away from him. "Giannini Berlusconi!"

"Who is that?" Tobias asked calmly, pleased that he now had a name.

"I do not know him exactly but he wants the girl. H-he says she has something that her father took from him. I do not know who he is. Our boss, Christopher Davis, passes all the information to us. He's the chief of the department." The man ranted in a bid to save his life.

The fate of his life however had already been decided by Tobias. The fate of the life of the certain Italian that had tried to hurt what was his had already been decided as well.

"Dude for a moment there, I was almost about to kill you." Varo chuckled quietly fully releasing the man who desperately gasped for air.

"Where do I find this... Davis? " Tobias couldn't help but think that the name sounded familiar. It was almost like he had met the person before.

"He would be in the court on Monday," Paulo said, breathing heavily and covering the blood that was now dripping and staining his police uniform.

"You have been really helpful. It's just unfortunate you broke your oath of silence in order to help me." Tobias sighed and began walking away.

"Varo, please help him maintain his omerta. I have a feeling Berlusconi would appreciate that." He called to the grinning man who immediately lunged at the officer.

He ignored the muffled yelling as he walked towards his car, a part of him hoping it hadn't drawn too much attention. Hopefully, the parking lot was fairly empty. Save for the few cars and bikes of oblivious customers.

He slowly made his way to Paulo's cop car that was parked unbelievably close to the Jaguar and decided to do a bit of snooping.

The car was locked but the window was rolled down, limiting his investigation prowess.

He could not find anything out of the ordinary except a gun that laid carelessly in a compartment drawer and a pack of mint chewing gum. He took both then cut the wires to the radio just because he felt like it and walked back to his own vehicle.

He studied the gun for a while as he waited for Varo who was taking a long while.

He seemed to enjoy wasting Tobias's time that day.

The gun was a Beretta M9, semi automatic. Shared a close similarity with another one that he just couldn't remember. Luca would know more about it.

"Oh my—" He was interrupted by Varo who whistled from the driver's seat as he craned his neck to gawk at the gun.

His hair was wet as it stuck to his forehead, his blazer was hanging from his shoulder and his shirt was off by a few buttons.

Maybe the chubby little officer did put up a fight after all.

"Found it in his car. Here." He trusted Varo to take care of the gun. He didn't want to deal with Enny's questions yet.

"Thanks, boss." His eyes shone in appreciation as he toyed with the gun and kept it in the blazer.

Tobias knew Varo preferred a Glock. It was more efficient. Weight-wise and all but he would need to make do with this until he had a few to select from.

"He's not dead, is he?" He asked and the man giggled and started the vehicle. "Alvaro..."

"He's not dead, jefe. Just writhing in pain and wallowing in the filth with a mouth full of blood." He answered almost poetically and Tobias wondered if he had been peeking into his literature notes.

"So you just cut off his tongue then?" He asked the lawyer who nodded, still keeping his eyes on the road as he answered. How original.

"I did. The idiot almost sprayed me with blood. Couldn't help stabbing him in the cheek. He was so damn annoying." Tobias nodded but hoped he made it out of that place and didn't end up dead. He wanted the Berlusconi man to know what was coming for him.

"What's on your mind boss? Why didn't you want me to just silence him?" He asked driving up the driveway slowly.

"The same reason I'm having this conversation in an allegedly wired car." He slightly raised his voice as he said 'wired'.

Berlusconi had one dumb man and Tobias was sure more than one injured person was needed to pass his message across.

"Are you saying–" The excitement lacing Alvaro's voice was evident.

"Yes, loco. The family is getting back together." The excited man couldn't help but pump his hand into the air and yell in relief.

"Fuck, yes!"

But Tobias was less happy. He was livid that someone would try to hurt what was his.

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