All Chapters of The Devil's Bride : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The training space.Even the placement of Mufasa's resting area.Everything reflected his preferences almost perfectly and just for a brief moment he felt as though he was back at the Ndrangheta estate rather than hidden beneath a casino in a foreign country.That familiarity brought a strange comfort, especially after the previous night's events.The ambush.The sniper attack.The nightmare.All of it had placed pressure on him.More pressure than he was willing to admit openly.Yet now, standing fully dressed and prepared for the day ahead, he felt himself gradually regaining control, his reflection stared back at him from the mirror.The black casual top fit perfectly, while the black trousers matched seamlessly added with the dark shades that completed the appearance.Even the small injury on the side of his head had become less noticeable, though the wound remained.“Are you ready Mufasa?” Francesco asked as he turned to face Mufasa who was already at the door waiting on Francesco

Every detail suddenly seemed more important to these men as Francesco continued, his reasoning becoming clearer.“They had several opportunities” his eyes shifted between Diego and Dmitry “they had multiple opportunities from the moment the jet landed”“The moment I stepped onto the stairs, to the moment I was exposed on the runway”“The moment my attention was elsewhere and yet they waited”The room remained silent as neither Diego nor Dmitry interrupted because what Francesco was saying made sense, a disturbing amount of sense.“But no they didn't do that at all, yes they had the advantage of a surprise attack but they lost because they didn't have much experience, which brings me to believe that the guys yesterday night were not veterans, and if they are not then who are they exactly?” Francesco asked as his gaze shifted to Dmitry.The question immediately redirected the discussion, now they were no longer examining the attack itself but they were examining the attackers.Who exac

His face tightened slightly that even Mufasa paused briefly because the smell inside the room was brutal, it had a mixture of damp concrete, blood, sweat, mold, rust and countless other unpleasant odors.The air felt thick and almost suffocating.“Apologies sir but we never thought that to be a necessity because we needed such to break out victims mind before we decide to interrogate them properly” Dmitry explained the situation.The explanation was straightforward actually because many interrogation methods relied upon atmosphere.Fear, discomfort and isolation.The room itself served as a weapon long before any questions were asked and most prisoners began breaking mentally the moment they entered because the environment did much of the work.“It's alright just get me a nose cover or something…I can't go in there poking all over the place before of this stench” Francesco said.Despite everything he had witnessed throughout his life, the smell remained unpleasant.He had no intentio

The lion looked completely relaxed and somehow that made it more frightening because if it had been roaring or acting aggressively, perhaps the prisoners could understand it.But this calmness felt different, it felt controlled and clearly intentional more like a predator that already knew it was in complete control.The prisoners immediately understood what Francesco meant and with that there was no need further explanations at all.“Alright enough with the introductions, I will be asking the questions now and I will be needing your answers. The slowest person in answering my questions gets a punishment, is that fair enough?“ Francesco asked.His tone remained steady, more like a professional business man. As though he were conducting a meeting rather than an interrogation and yet nobody misunderstood the seriousness of the situation.The rules had been established, the expectations were clear and nobody wanted to test them.“Yes it is sir” the prisoners all responded in fear their a

Francesco slowly paced around the room as he spoke while his footsteps echoed softly against the floor.The prisoner listened carefully to every single word coming out of Francesco's mouth, the arrogance that had once filled their faces were all gone like they never existed in the first place.The leader on the other hand has lost the confidence that allowed him to challenge the others earlier when they begged for mercy, and right now what remained was a frightened man trying desperately to survive.“If not that I am in a happy mood right now, I would have given you off to Mufasa, he is a swallower of prideful men so you will surely fit into his belly,” Francesco said.The prisoner's eyes immediately shifted toward the lion as Mufasa remained seated quietly near the side of the room.The prisoner swallowed hard as his heart raced, the image his imagination created was enough to break whatever courage he had left.“I'm so sorry sir I beg you, please don't do that to me please,” the man