Chapter Two

Luciano.

He was wise enough to stay still and let Adriano be done with what he was doing.

Apparently breaking his bone wasn't enough to calm Adriano's pent-up rage. He grabbed the hair of the guard and angrily sent blow after blow to his face, stomach, and every other place one could hit. He let out all of his frustration on him and only stopped when he realized the guard wasn’t moving.

Great.

“Satisfied?” I asked, growling at him.

“Barely.” He answered as he pulled back and cracked his fingers.

I would have done the same if my whole body wasn’t on fire right now.

“Lead the way,” the bigger guard turned around and we walked after him, he led us past the hallway we know too well.

My anger rose when I saw the familiar room where my brother and I were tortured.

Finally, we came out of the hallway and walked straight to a door, a warden was already standing there with his hands behind his back.

I looked at him suspiciously as I curled my hand around the knife, again I wouldn’t hesitate to use this on one of them.

“Do you think—“ I nodded without letting him finish.

This warden standing before us looks suspicious and I’m sure he has something he’s hiding from us.

“Your things are in here. You can change inside while I see to your discharge.” He said, his voice a bit loud and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine as he spoke and that confirmed my doubt.

His hands refused to leave his back, and we both watched him move aside, his moves seemed so forced like he was scared but trying hard not to show it.

“I….” I was standing before him before he could say something else.

I held the neck of his uniform, pushing him against the wall, and frowned when his alcoholic smell wafted into my nose.

“Is there something you’re hiding under your sleeve, officer?” I asked and he shook his head with his eyes wide open.

“I….don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered avoiding eye contact with me.

He must be ballsy or fucking stupid to think I would believe this. I could tell when one was fucking lying and I know he was.

“Don’t be so fucking stupid warden, your life is currently in the hands of my brother. I would expect you to be cooperative with him.” Adriano said beside me.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, I swear.” He replied.

My lips curled up in a grin.

“On who? Your sickly wife or your daughter Lily?” I asked.

His eyes looked like they could pop out of their socket after I had said that. Yes, I might be in this damn fucking place that restricted my move but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s happening in the outside world.

“You bastard! Don’t you dare—“ I wrapped my hand around his neck, stopping his airway and every word he was about to say.

“Who sent you?” I don’t need to guess who sent him but I would like to hear from him.

“You better start talking or else you’ll get a call soon about your dead family,” Adriano said and chuckled beside me.

The bastard thrash in my hold, he tried pushing my hand from his neck but he’s no way stronger than me even when I’m this fucking weak.

“Don’t you dare touch them! They have no hand in this.” He screamed.

“You should have thought of that before doing this.”

“I will fucking kill you if you….touch them.” He said and spat on my face.

I froze as I processed what he’d just said and did.

Adriano cackled wickedly, “You’ve dug your fucking grave, warden.” From how he was speaking, I can tell he finds this amusing.

“Please…..I didn’t mean to.” He looked from me to Adriano.

“You….. you threatened them, I….”

He begged and all I did was hold his throat tightly. The one thing I hate is hearing the word ‘please.’ I have heard and spoken that word for a long time and now I hate hearing it from anyone.

“You will what?” I snarled, loving the look of fear and death dancing in his eyes.

He shook his head trying to speak but the bastard couldn’t even breathe, talk more of speaking.

“Why aren’t you answering my question now?” I grinned.

“Plea…..”

I hate that word.

“Do you fucking realize who you’re talking to?” He nodded his head.

“Hmm,” he hummed and I let go so he could breathe a bit.

He sucked in air hungrily as he heaved.

“I….” I held the knife under his chin.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?”

“Don,” he answered.

“Say my fucking name?” His throat bobbed up and down as he tried to speak.

“Stop acting like a fish brought out of the water and answer his fucking question.” Adriano inches closer, glaring at the warden.

“Rossi,”

My hand tightened around his neck and he coughed.

“Rossi. Don Luciano Rossi.”

“Good.”

“Hand it over,” If I’d thought he has learned his lesson then I was fucking wrong.

He wouldn’t learn.

“What? No….”

“Think twice before denying my brother what he wants again warden. Deny him again and I wouldn’t hesitate to kill you myself.” Adriano's warning seems to do the trick.

The warden brought his shaky hand to his pants pocket and slowly brought his phone out.

I took it from him and held the knife tightly towards his neck. He choked and cried, and….. a foul smell wafted into my nose.

I looked down at his pants and scowled when I saw how wet it was. The fucking idiot pissed himself.

My eyes went back to his and they widened, but before he could say anything I dug the knife deeper into his neck.

He choked on his blood and I pulled the knife out watching with bliss as his blood flowed out of his neck profusely.

“About time,” Adriano said as he walked inside the room.

I stared at the blood on my hand, I dropped the knife on the ground and turned to the guard who hadn't moved or said anything.

“I believe you saw nothing that’d happened here?” I asked and watched as he nodded his head without speaking.

“And?”

“I was inside with your brother and there was a problem with the camera,” he stuttered.

“Take care of this mess.” I pushed past him and entered the room.

Adriano has already changed into his suit when I step in.

“You smell like blood and piss.” He snorted and I rolled my eyes.

I said nothing as I grabbed a cloth from the side and wiped my bloodied hand.

I dropped the phone on the table, brought out my suit, and changed into it.

“We should have asked for his passcode before killing him.” I snatched the phone from him and typed in the number I knew anyone could use.

It’s either their anniversary date or their birthday date. In his case, he used his anniversary date. The phone unlocked and automatically opened the message he’d received earlier.

My gaze hardened when I saw what the text on the screen was, Adriano peered from my shoulder and his jaw tensed.

“Looks like we have some guests.” He said and I snorted in agreement.

“Let’s go,” my hand inched to get some blood on them.