Entering one of the rooms behind Remo, I loosened my tie, pulled off my jacket and rolled up shirt sleeves. I felt Dario and my brother’s gazes on me. I knew what they were thinking. That I would lose my shit the second I saw Luca. It was expected. Fuck, the moment I got the call we’d found him, I couldn’t get here fast enough. Still, I’d bided my time. I even drove the Lambo into the city instead of taking the chopper. Patience like that took skill, it was what kept me in power and alive.
Steeling my emotions, I glanced up at the lone figure bound and gagged in the center of the sparsely furnished rooms. Rage immediately danced a fine line between impatience and the desire to kill, down my spine. I reined it in. One bullet was all it would take to end his life, but instant death was too good for him. He needed to die. Slowly. Painfully and begging for mercy. And even after he begged, he would still die.
When I stood in front of him, he ran a slow gaze then length of my body before it returned to my face. I nodded to Dario and he pulled out the gag. Luca D’Angelo’s first reaction was to spit at me, his aim was off and it landed just next to my shoe.
“Rossi fucking shit,” he hissed, glaring at me.
Again, I nodded to Dario. The second he undid Luca’s handcuffs, the man leaped at me. With one swift move, I sidestepped him and grabbed him by the back of his neck, my fingers digging deep into his skin while my other hand grabbed and pinned one of his wrists behind his back.
“I’m guessing your father never taught you manners, Luca. Disrespecting your host in his city,” I sneered. I was taller and far bulkier than him and I had a feeling his attitude was his downfall. Twisting the arm I held behind his back until he winced, I lowered him to the floor. “Lick it,” I growled, forcing his head to the spot where his spit landed. He struggled, trying to push back against my hold. I slammed his head to the ground and his scream bounced off the floor, blood quickly sprouting from the bust nose. A rush of Italian spilled out his filthy mouth. “Lick the fucking spit, you vile piece of shit.”
Pushing his face back to the spit now mixed with drops of blood, I held him down until his tongue darted out to lick it. He dry heaved for a moment and Remo’s chuckle had Luca cursing. Forcing him back to the chair, I nodded to Dario who cuffed him once more. I stood back and studied the man I’d searched for years. His black eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape route, no doubt. I folded my arms across my chest and took a step forward.
“I’m going to ask you just one question, Luca and depending on your answer, you’ll be free to leave.” I kept the anger out of my voice. Behind me, Remo snorted a laugh. Luca’s gaze flew to my brother. “What did you do to Arabella, Luca?” I asked and his gaze returned to my face.
“Nothing,” he said. Remo took a step toward Luca.
“Remo.” Without so much as a blink, I grabbed a knife off the table, flipped it in my hand and stuck it through Luca’s left thigh, ripping material in the process. Blood gushed quickly, turning his white pants crimson. He howled like a bitch, and I twisted the blade. His harsh breath blended with his cries as his body shook. “I’m going to ask you again, Luca.” I shunted the knife deeper and he screamed. “What did you do to Arabella?” Sweat beaded his brow and jaw clenched against the pain, his black eyes, hard and furious, glared at me.
“Fuck you, Rossi,” he hissed in air through his teeth. “Do your worse. My father will have your head,” he sneered.
Leaning closer, I met his stare with my smirk. “What you don’t know about me, Luca, is that I fear no one, not even death itself. The only person who’ll be brave enough to take me out, will be sporting a double asshole.” Remo snorted a laugh, behind me. “Since one hasn’t been found yet, I think I’m safe for the moment, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
“We’ll get to that in a minute,” I straightened.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I could hear the sudden dip in Luca’s voice.
“We already know what you did, Luca. Bianca recorded your porn movie.” His eyes flared for a just beat. “The other three fuckers that raped my sister with you, are dead, did you know that?” I watched his Adam’s apple bob. “I’m guessing not. But I’m not going to kill you.”
His eyes widened. “You’re not?”
“No. I have something a little more entertaining for you.” I looked up at Dario.
He nodded. “They’re here.”
Luca’s gaze jerked from mine to Dario and back, trying to work out what I had in store for him. “Who’s here? What are you going to do with me?” He turned as the door behind him opened and eight men stepped inside and lined up against a wall. “What’s going on, who are these men,” panic sluiced through his words.
“They’re going to fuck you, Luca,” I said. “Street fights are your thing, right?”
“Wait. What? They’ll kill me.” Fear shone in his eyes as he stared at the eight men. They were big and brawny. “That’s not a fair fight.”
I laughed. “You think these men are here to fight you?” He frowned and I added, “no, Luca, these men are here to fuck you, as in rape you. Two for each of the four men that raped my sister.”
“No!” he screamed, jerking against the handcuffs. “You can’t. Please, don’t do this.”
I lunged forward, my jaw clench, molars grinding. “That’s what she said, didn’t she? Arabella begged and you laughed in her face.” I snarled, balling my fists. “Once they’re done with you, you will be allowed to leave without your cock, that is and provided you’re able to stand after they’re had their fill.” Luca was still screaming and wrenching at the handcuffs when I walked away. “His all yours.” I nodded to the eight men. “Have fun.” I left the room without a backward glance. Remo and Dario followed.
My brother clapped me on the back. “Fuck, brother, you’re going to be a legend and I want to be just like you, when I grow up.”
Laughing, I headed upstairs. “Dinner?” He nodded.
