I will enjoy breaking her

VINCENZO’S POV

“Where is my money, Milano?”

 I grunted, as if annoyed, because the hell, I was.

If there was a word more than annoyed, then I was surely that.

This fucker, tied to a chair, covered in blood, sweat and saliva in the middle of one of my abandoned warehouse, stole from me.

One hundred thousand dollars. The money for my merchandise coming from Italy to Russia. The fucker squandered it on women and useless materials things, thinking I wouldn’t hold him accountable.

He wasn’t a fool, and I recommend him for that.

But the guts he had to lie to me that the money was stolen from him on the way to receive our goods in exchange for money, annoyed the fuck out of me.

I hate liars. They irk the fuck out of me.

I knew he already spent most of the money, but I wanted to torture him for as much time he had to live before killing him. “Where is my hundred thousand dollars, Milano?”

I asked for the tenth time since the beginning of the torture session, but the fucker refused to say a word. 

He remained silent despite the beating, the stabbing the punching.

“You won’t say a word, would you?” 

I smirked and clambered to my feet, walking around the wooden chair he was tied against, a silver glittering daggers swirling around my fingers.

“Tell me where you kept my money and I will let you go.” 

Terrifying brutality lurked in my eyes but I was trying the best I could not to kill the fucker.

Yes. I had more than enough money to get the goods, but it would be a waste if I let him live after squandering my money on useless materialistic things.

Milano snickered, his breath ragged and his lips swollen from the punches I lodged at him earlier. “You won’t let me live even if I told you.”

Dark thoughts, like cutting him open and feeding his body to some wild dogs were slinking and prowling around the edge of my mind, but I pushed them aside.

It wasn’t the time to do so.

“I might let you live, you never can tell.” I shrugged my shoulders , my left hand in my pants pocket and my right still holding the silver dagger which might be the weapon fashioned against him in no time.

“I squandered your money, Capo.” Milano raised his gaze up at me, his hair covered in sweat stuck to his forehead and his bloodied teeth blaring at me.

The fucker was laughing at me in a mocking way that made my skin crawl and my vision covered in red.

He wanted me to kill him in anger and end his miserable life. Milano fucking Runners was rage-baiting me.

A smirk curled my lips as I saw through his plans, but unfortunately, I wouldn’t be ending his life just yet. 

“Put an end to that game of yours because I’m not killing you,” I drawled, halting in front of him as I squatted and grabbed a fist-full of his hair in my hand and swung it backwards until a scream tore off his lips. “Not yet.”

My eyes met with his unwavering ones and it seemed to me like he wasn’t ready to confess so I released my hold on his hair and stepped backwards.

I was a second away from saying another words when my younger brother, Alessandro, walked in, holding a phone in his hand. “Leonardo is calling.”

I turned towards him and took the phone, placing it against my ear. “Speak.” I grunted.

“Bratva wants all of us in his mansion in an hour.” Leonardo informed me and a hiss tore off my lips.

Killing Milano wouldn’t be as fun as I thought it would, not when the Bratva, our father, wanted us in his mansion in an hour.

I hung up and gave the phone back to Alessandro before turning to my right-hand-man, Nikolai. “Finish him off.” I started. “Make it slow and painful. Chop off his fingers and also his dick. He deserved that much pain.”

“Yes, Capo.” Nikolai stepped forward, his head hung low.

With that said, I turned around, leaving the dark abandoned warehouse with my younger brother, Alessandro.

As we left, I could hear the excruciating painful scream from Milano. It echoed through the warehouse and a sense of satisfaction washed over me.

………

The drive to the Saint Clan, owned by our father, Rolando De Luca, took about ten minutes.

“Welcome, Capo.” The guards at the huge brass gate bowed their heads as I drove into the clan.

It is a huge compound filled with huge men training each other in combat, taekwondo and gun fights.

The Saint Clan is the empire our father built over the years and I was obligated to follow in his footsteps once he retires as the Bratva and I take over.

The duty of a Bratva was flung over my shoulder from birth and until death, I would be responsible for the Clan.

“Welcome, Capo.” The men at the entrance door to the Bratva’s mansion greeted me and Alessandro and as always, I never responded to their greetings.

We walked down the hallway leading to the huge dining hall, where the Bratva and my brother, Leonardo, were waiting for us.

The Bratva called us over for business and it must be an important one which required our presence.

“We are here, Bratva.” I announced once we arrived at the dining hall.

“Welcome sons.” He smiled at us. “Take a seat.”

Alessandro and I took a seat at the right and left side of the dining table respectively, while the cooks served us dinner.

“You called us over.” I began once the cooks were gone.

“Yes.” The Bratva started. “Were you able to get the money from Walter Morales?” He asked and I straightened up.

“I told him I would be back next week. He couldn’t reply as he was pretty shaken by my presence.”

“As expected.” A deep chuckle rumbled out of the Bratva. “He got back to me today.”

My head snapped up at him and my brows creased. He was supposed to get back to me, not the Bratva. “Did he pay back the money?”

The Bratva wagged his head negatively. “No, but he gave something in exchange.”

“What is that?” Leonardo asked, his brows were as creased as mine.

“His daughter.”

A frown morphed my features. 

Walter gave his ballerina daughter in exchange for the debt he owed the Bratva?

“His daughter? That’s interesting.” Alessandro chuckled, throwing a grape into his mouth.

“So, sons. One of you needs to marry her.” The Bratva leaned on his seat.

I had no idea why he was accepting Walter’s daughter in exchange for the money he owed. “I’m too old to get married and moreover, your mother would kill me if I tried that.”

Alessandro and Leonardo chuckled, except me. I didn’t find it amusing or funny.

“Can we get a photo of her?” 

Alessandro asked and Bratva took out his phone, stretching it to Alessandro who smiled at the photo on the screen of the phone.

He stared at the ballerina’s photo for a while before clicking his tongue. “She’s beautiful.. but not my type, so I will pass.”

He handed the phone to Leonardo who said the same, but when it got to my turn, I stared at her photo.

She’s a confident and endearing type and that made her more amusing. 

I would enjoy breaking her so much.

“I don’t think Vincenzo would be interested in her, Bratva…” Alessandro chuckled.

“I am.” I dropped the bombshell and he almost choked on the grape in his mouth.

“What?”

 Leonardo’s eyes were equally widened. “You will marry her?”

“Yes. She’s endearing and I will enjoy breaking her so much.” 

I tapped my finger against the photo on the screen, a dark smirk curled up my lips.