Page 89 of Secret Baby for the Mafia Prince

“You had better start talking or I’ll fucking blow your brains out with a fucking bullet.” Giovanni has the gun pointed at the man. His finger is fixed on the trigger.

I take a few steps backwards, a bit startled.

The prisoner is silent as he lets out heavy breaths with a mix of blood and saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. His face is planted towards the ground.

“I’ll count to three and if I don’t have a fucking answer by then, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The man remains mute.

“One.”

My stomach feels sick as I continue to watch them. I haven’t seen this side of my brother. He has always protected me from the dirty game of the family’s business. Still, I knew it took more than just sealing deals and getting more business partners to stay at the top of the game in this business.

“Two.”

Giovanni’s finger pulls the trigger further to the back.

My insides are begging the man to fucking speak already.

He slowly raises his head higher. His hands struggling to move behind him. “I’ll never be aspia(snitch)!” the prisoner yells, as he lunges at my brother. The rope on his wrists has fallen to the ground.

“Giovanni!”

He hits Giovanni in his wounded arm and snatches the gun away from him, pointing it to his head.

Andre tries to stop him but he shoots himself in the head without hesitating.

Holy fucking Christ!

My screams fill the space as I watch him fall to the ground, dead.

“Oh my… Oh my fucking Christ!” I exclaim. My heart beats faster as I breathe heavily. He fucking shot himself.

“He’s fucking dead,” I blurt in shock. I clasp my mouth shut with my palm as I stare in terror. The man’s lifeless body lay on the bare ground with a hole through the side of his head, blood gushing out of it.

I’m going to be fucking sick. The sight makes me want to puke.

Giovanni is grunting and cursing out loud in Italian as Andre tries to pull him up from the ground.

I’m still frozen on the spot. My mind is unsettled as I try to wrap my head around everything that just fucking happened.

“How the fuck did that happen?” Giovanni yells at Andre.

“He must have loosened the ropes. It was my fault. I thought they were tight enough.”

Giovanni looks very pissed. He clenches his jaws and fists, staring at the prisoner’s body. “How are you going to get some fucking answers when our only lead is fucking dead?”

They are both staring at the body like it's nothing strange to them.

“What’s that on his wrist?” Andre asks as he bends next to the body. Giovanni moves closer to it.

“That mark,” Andre says as he raises the man’s wrist higher.

“I know that fucking mark. It belongs to... oh fuck,” Giovanni replies.

Andre raises his gaze to meet my brother’s. “He is one of Caruso’s men.”

“Goddammit!”

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