Chapter Eighty-Two: Saint Peter's Castle

SAINT PETER’S CASTLE

"What the fuck?!!!" he spat, struggling against the restraints.

The wind whispered through the shattered windows of Saint Peter’s Castle, carrying ash and the lingering scent of soot. The abandoned church had once echoed with hymns; now, it bore only silence and cruelty. Its walls were charred from an old fire, the once holy stone floor now stained black, cracked and flaking beneath heavy footsteps.

Logan sat in the center of the ruined altar space, bound to a cold metal chair. His wrists were raw, the rope biting deep. Blood dried at the corner of his lips, his once neat shirt now torn and grimy. Still, even through exhaustion and pain, his voice held defiance.

The heavy wooden door creaked open.

Diego Rossi entered with the slow, theatrical grace of a man who enjoyed the show. Dressed in all black, a cigarette resting between his fingers, he looked like a devil in mourning.

“Still breathing, I see,” Diego said, tilting his head. “Good. I was afraid I’d have to s