Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
The pain stops as quickly as it started, and I press my lips tightly together, staring at the wall again as I try to breathe through the shock of being electrocuted.
“Again,” Filippo orders.
Dio. No!
Whatever they’re using to shock me presses against my back, and my muscles instantly tighten, the pain spasming through me.
I’m unable to breathe, and on the fourth shock, an agonizing sound escapes my clenched teeth, and I instantly regret it because I don’t want to give these men anything.
“One more,” Filippo mutters.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
My body shakes violently as the electric currents zaps through me, and when it stops, it’s hard to lift my head as I suck in desperate breaths of air.
My mind is frazzled, and I struggle to process what just happened.
“Turn her around so her back is to the camera,” Filippo instructs.
When the bastard takes hold of my hips and turns me to face him, I manage to shoot a glare at him.
“Step down, Falco,” Filippo demands. “Or we will tear her apart.”
Damiano will never do that.
“Got the burns for the recording,” Filippo says. “You can let go of her.”
The other guy’s hands drop from me, and my body swings back into its original position.
Filippo works on the laptop, his features expressionless.
Dio, they’re going to torture me.
This won’t be a quick death.
My eyes find Filippo again, and with every ounce of strength I possess, I say, “Damiano will never submit.”
He shrugs as he keeps working. “For your sake, I hope he does.”
He won’t. Never.
Chapter 36
Damiano
I’m standing in the armory with Angelo, Franco, Renzo, and Dario.
Dario’s set up a working station for himself by my systems where he’s searching for anything that can help us find out who’s behind the attack.
My phone starts ringing, and letting out a growl, I pull the device from my pocket.
“What?” I snap.
“The club,” Pippa, the manager of my club, says. Panic laces the words. “There was a car bomb, Mr. Falco. It blew the side wall away. We won’t be able to open.”
“Motherfucking Christ,” I shout. “Deal with the shit. I’m busy.”
“Yes, sir.”
I end the call, and before I can throw my phone against the wall, Carlo grabs it from me.
“We need the phone,” he reminds me. “In case the fucker calls.”
The fucker, being the person who’s attacking me.
I let him keep the phone as I stalk a few steps away before turning to face the men.
“Who is behind the attacks?” I bark.
“We took out Miguel’s entire family, but maybe it’s one of his men,” Angelo says.
“No. The person knew where the mansion was. Who else?”
“Besides us, who knows the location of the mansion?” Franco asks.
“My men.” My eyes flick over the other four heads. “Your men and women.”
“It wasn’t one of us,” Renzo mutters, cautiously watching me.
“My aunt on my father’s side and my cousin.” My eyes narrow as I glance at Carlo. “Would Stefano have the balls to attack me?”
He shakes his head. “He doesn’t have the manpower or weapons to launch such a big assault on us.”
“I have the footage of the attack,” Dario says. “Well, part of it. They wiped out some of the surveillance cameras as they entered.”
I stalk to where Dario’s sitting and stop behind him. My eyes latch onto the screens, and I watch as the four helicopters approach.
“Those are black hawks,” Renzo mutters from next to me.
“No fucking shit,” I grumble.
I watch as the attack begins, and it makes my rage burn a million times hotter.
My men didn’t stand a chance.
“Pause!” I snap when a man stalks out onto the veranda with Gabriella draped over his shoulder.
My fucking heart breaks seeing her in the enemy’s clutches, but I forcefully shove the emotion down and focus on his face.
“Find out who that fucker is. I want a name!”
“On it,” Dario says, immediately getting to work.
Within seconds he has the information for me.
“Filippo Vero. He’s a mercenary for hire,” Dario murmurs. “Fuck, Damiano. He has the best team out there. Why the hell would he attack you?”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Renzo hisses. When our eyes flick to him, he shakes his head as he takes a step backward. “That’s the big arms deal I completed last week. He’s the buyer I told you about.”
Fuck.
“I remember you mentioned it at the poker game,” Franco says.
Renzo’s eyes lock with mine. “I didn’t know it would be used against you.”
“Someone hired him,” Angelo says. “Someone who knew where to hit so it would hurt you most.”
Stefano.
Fuck. It can only be Stefano.
Is he really that fucking insane to come for me?
I look at Carlo. “Does Stefano have enough money to hire mercenaries?”
Carlo’s features are drawn tight with grief, and I can see he’s struggling to think before he replies, “I have no fucking idea.”
“Give me Stefano’s full name, and I’ll find out,” Dario says.
“Stefano Falco Ferraro,” I mutter.