Walking through the corridor, as I bring a napkin to clean the blood from my bruises that were formed by two powerful hits, my head was still throbbing from it. I carefully pressed a napkin to my busted lip, winced from slight contact. I moved away from my blooded napkin, seeing that there weren't any marks of blood.
I wouldn't know how I looked right now but I don't even have time to check myself as I have a more important matter to report to the Boss.
Club Music that was playing upstairs was barely heard downstairs in the basement. My busted eyebrow was scorched as I felt from moving them.
Coming to the halt of the metal door, I slowly knocked two times, following three knocks in the row as I waited for permission to enter.
After a few seconds door opened, welcoming two bodyguards, they slowly nodded, recognising me, as I squeeze through the cracked door. The poker room was already suffocated by a cloud of cigarette smoke that was already floating above the occupied table of man.
The room was luxuriously larger, designed by a lately modern designer. Walls were decorated with wood, and royal red paint decorating the walls, a round wooden table at the center. The room had two entrances, one from the basement and the second one from the club.
The door closed behind me with a silent sound, not disturbing the man at the poker table. There were a couple of laughs or a few mock words that were shared, across the room.
I kept closer to the wall. I notice Giovanni at the front of the table, lazily sitting. His posture was calm. He was watching his cards with his other hand, holding a cigarette, taking a smoke.
A couple of women were plastered on the man's knees as they laughed at their comments and remarks, dressed in the finest clothes.
Nobody notices my entrance as I walked around close to the wall, staying in the shadows passing by the server and other guards, as I stop watching the scene in front of me waiting for an opportunity to approach Gio.
The man at the other side of the table was talking; "As we made a deal the shipment would be sent next week." He looked like he was in his late fifties. It looked like they were deep in the conversation
" The weapons you choose and drugs will be delivered in Italy without any complications, mark my words."
" And I am holding on to that word, Michael," Giovanni stated as he was observing the game in front of him.
Michael laughed as he was entertained by Giovanni, drinking his whiskey.
"You know Giovanni when I heard you were going to take over your father's business at a young age, I think everyone was surprised how you would handle it, did I ever tell you that," Gio didn't comment at provocation, as he continues scratching his chin.
"But you all surprise us with how you handle it"
"With killing your brother" Giovanni raised his eyebrow, taking the drink, as Michael froze at the lack of emotion in Giovanni eyes and comment.
Even girls stopped talking, as the tension passed through all of them.
The room was dead silent.
"He was a traitor" Michael fixed his mistake, even if he couldn't accept what happen to his brother.
It was true, so many soldiers of the La Morte family didn't believe. That Giovanni, at such young age, could succeed in business or finding out information about a chain of traitors in his father business that was making problems for many years; it made him go feral, killing them, torture them to the last one. Showing the others what could wait for them if they ever cross his family.
"Week of Bloody Winter" the people still talked about that year. The year where everyone expected to see the first snow on the streets but instead of snow covering the road, that year they were covered with blood.
Traitors blood!
I think at that moment everyone was remembering and I think Giovanni wanted to remind them who is he, and what he can do.
Soon the tension was broke with the woman's laugh and the conversation was changed, and the atmosphere was back to normal.
After a few minutes, came to Giovanni to make a move again, making the opportunity for me to approach him. Coming closer to him from behind, keeping myself in the dark, my hands behind my back as I bent over, coming to the same height as Giovanni.
I could feel his power radiating from him. The perfume he was wearing was so alluring. God, that made me almost slip.
Focus Nora!
"We found the one that gave information away," I whispered, close to him but still making a respectful distance from him.
My report made him stop in his action as he takes out the cigarette with his rose hand, placing it in his ashtray.
"You sure" he questioned my knowledge.
Well, I have bruises to confirm that, but his question made me froze; he didn't like false information reported to him.
Maybe he looked relaxed to others, but me seeing him changing his posture to the predator he is.
"Where is he" he wanted to know.
"In torture room, being tied right now." He hummed in satisfaction at my answer. Burning his cigarette in his ashtray, he was watching at his card as he slowly placed it at the table, making the man groan.
"Better next time," Giovanni said as he moved his chair back, standing up, making me move backwards, giving him space to move.
The other stand up, showing their respect, as Giovanni nodded to them.
"Gentlemen and to the ladies, unfortunate events happen and I have to leave you all, make yourself comfortable and enjoy your night. Thanks for the game"
He slowly moved around the table coming to Michael, shaking his hand, he pulled him closer" I hope you don't lose my respect because these days some people don't know how to hold their tongue "I could see Michael sweat as he swallowed, his adam's apple moving, forcing a fake smile
"Nice catching up, Giovanni," the man nodded.
Making the other three of Giovanni's guard's move, following him behind. Two guards opened the metal door for the boss as we exited behind him.
"Talk," he commanded, taking me by surprise as I looked at him, making him halt, making me realise what made him stop.
"Sir?" whatever he was thinking, it was already forgotten, continuing his walk towards the torture room.
Shaking my head, confused.
"We got the tip from one of the guards that saw him in one of the clubs, praising about getting your information exchanged for a good amount of money. Even if we got him by surprise, he got to run away."
That son of bitch.
"We successfully caught him on the steps of Montgomery"
"Montgomery" Giovanni muttered
"Possible him keeping him safe?" I proposed.
Giovanni said nothing as he was in his thought. Whatever he was thinking, he didn't want to share them with me. As we came closer to the door of the torture room, two guards that were keeping the watch nodded at Giovanni.
And they opened the door for him.
In the center of the room was a man tied down on the chair. I could see from my place that he got few hits, making me smirk. His head was bent down, blood was dripping from his face on the floor.
Giovanni came closer to him, observing him as he crouched in front of him.
"Wake him U- " the noise echoed from the man's mouth, in the first second I thought the man would hit Giovanni with his head, but Gio was already two steps ahead of him, kicking him in the gut with his elbow, silencing him.
Giovanni darkly chuckled as the man's head bent over from the pain.
"Not fast enough," He says as he unbuttons his jacket, taking it off. I came closer to him as he without looking handed me. I moved back down to my spot.
"Now John, we will not play like that" Gio tugged his hair, making John's head move up to have a better view of him, as the bruises decorated the man's face.
"Would we?" asked Gio, hitting him again right in his face as he sits on the chair that was in front of John. Making his head move backwards from the hit.
Gio made himself comfortable in the chair as he was letting John compose himself, unbuttoning his sleeve's from his shirt, unfolding his tie.
"Who did you give information to?" Giovanni asked calmly.
"Fuck you," John hissed, spatting blood that almost came close to Giovanni's shoes, smirking as he was proud of himself for disrespecting him.
Giovanni was watching him calmly, as his rose hand was propped up on the chair arms, giving the sign with his finger.
One guard emerged from the shadows, keeping his distance from the Giovanni.
"Listen, this is how we are going to play. With every unanswered question, we will cut out your finger starting from little one, deal?"
John laughed at him like he heard one of the funniest jokes ever. Giovanni said nothing as his fingers twitched: was it on purpose or not? Guard crossed the distance with a second, showing his knife from the strap, cutting John's finger in one move.
Cries echoed around the basement as the blood came floating.
"You bastard" John screamed, pain painting his face.
"One to go Nine more... tell me the names!" Giovanni calmly asked him, as nothing happens.
"Please," John hiccuped as he was belatedly looking at his missing finger, tears falling from his eyes.
Guard made a move towards Him, and John screamed the first name
"Montgomery" spatted the name.
"Was that hard" Gio stud up from his chair, walking around John, grabbing him by his shoulders, tapping it slightly.
"But we both know that name isn't important, same as Evans, Volkov, Vitali... Should I continue," John went feral, trying to get out from the chair
"What informations did you sell to Riccardo?"
John's face went white as he started shaking his head, tears falling down his face.
"I don't know what are you talking about," He begged. Giovanni smirked as he came back to his chair and the guard took John's hand and made a move, and two more fingers were off.
John screamed as more blood purred down his holes,
"Please sir, please"
"if you tell me what you told him, I will free you" I raised my eyebrow at Giovanni's comment, not believing his words, but from John's face he believed him"
"You will free me?" Giovanni nodded as he gestured for him to talk.
And John talked.
He explained how he was approached by one of Riccardo's men, making a deal with him with the money they offer him. Make him sell the information he knew from all the guns and drugs were going to sell for the next half of year, from buyers to the offer Giovanni made with them, making the opportunity for Riccardo to make a better offer with Giovanni clients and steal them from Giovanni.
Giovanni stood up from his sit" Untie him"
What? After everything John right now told him, he would let him off, with no causalities.
Guards looked a little dumbfounded as they looked at their boss, not sure about his decision.
"Should I make myself clearer?" Giovanni said a little harsher, as two guards make their way towards the chair John was sitting in.
"Thank you, sir," John muttered" I will not disappoint you again." he twirled the wrist.
"No, you won't," Giovanni said
Everything happens so fast and Gunshot echoed around the room, leaving us all open mouths as we watch John's body slid to the floor as blood appears from his wound.
"No, you won't," Giovanni repeated as he tugged his gun in his holster.
"Clean," Giovanni ordered as he walked to me, turning around, as I finally came back from the shook.
He loves to make a scene.
Guards hurriedly move around the room, cleaning everything with no words and dispatching the dead body.
Helping him with his tux, he makes himself comfortable, tugging it, as it falls nicely against his body.
Turning around, as we now came to face to face, my hands behind my back as I wait for his order but he surprises me with his next move.
Suddenly his rose hand grabbed me by my chin, making me come closer as he raised my head, moving my head from different angles. I didn't even notice how close he was.
I finally realise what he was doing, he was examining my bruises.
Just his touch made me stop breathing. Whatever his touch woke up inside me didn't make it any better.
I tried to read him, looking into his eyes, but he wasn't showing anything.
He continues examining me as his thumb touched my bruised lip, making me freeze looking straight at his eyes, black eyes.
The sound around us was forgotten, our bodies were almost touching, my body was in charge, making my cheeks go flush.
After a few seconds, his hand left my chin, but he still wasn't moving away, I just stood there not knowing what to do, as I was still in a daze until he broke it.
"Get that fixed, I don't need you bruised and make the people in the club suspicious" He didn't wait for my answer as he walked away.
Leaving the basement.
Leaving me in an empty, cleaned basement, metal door closing behind me.
What the fuck?
Same what did just happen?
Some action or not?
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