Chapter 104

Adriano’s POV

It’d been more than days since they took me.

Four fucking days in this cement hole with nothing but a rusted cot, a leaky pipe, and meals no dog on the street would sniff at. I hadn’t touched the food. Not once. If they were trying to humiliate me, they’d have to try a little harder than that.

They’d denied me everything… calls, visitors, even Salvatore. That alone told me how deep this setup ran. Someone up there wanted me silenced.

Too bad I don’t go down quiet.

I sat on the floor, hunched against the wall, carving shapes into the tile with the jagged edge of a metal shard I’d peeled from the sink days ago. Not because I was losing it but because every man needs his way to pass time without choking on it. And me? I make art out of patience.

Then came the beep.

My hand didn’t stop carving.

The door hissed open, and the cold air of the corridor slid in. I didn’t raise my head yet.

“Get up,” one of them barked. Boots stepped in, two sets of boots. “Time for interrogation.