Page 34 of Dark Mafia Heir

“Proof of life for daddy dearest.” I find Peter’s number and forward the pictures to him. “I wonder what he’ll think when he sees them.”

She glares at me with so much spite that I feel my chest tighten. I hate it when she gives me that look. “Is that why you did what you did? Just say you can take pictures and torment my father with them?”

A pang of guilt makes my pulse race, but I don’t let it deter me. I don’t have to explain anything to her. “Will it make it better if I say no?”

Her eyes glisten with tears, and she shakes her head. “It won’t. I blame myself. I must’ve forgotten how much of a bastard you are.”

My phone buzzes with an incoming call. It’s Peter.

“Go get cleaned up,” I tell her. “Your daddy might need another picture before he agrees to my terms.”

“Asshole,” she spits at me. She wraps the duvet around herself and starts for the bathroom. Each step she takes is slow and calculated, as if she’s in so much pain.

I can’t take it anymore, so I stride over to her and lift her into my arms. Surprisingly, she doesn’t fight me. She allows her to lower her into the bathtub and fill it up with water.

Minutes later, she’s done bathing and falls asleep.

I take a shower and go to my study to tend to business.

The first thing I do is call Peter back. I can bet on my life the old man is raging and thinking of all the ways he can kill me. Unfortunately for him, I am not that easy to get rid of.

It rings just once, and he answers immediately, as if he was waiting for me to call back. “What did you do to my daughter?”

“Do you want me to go into details?” I muse. “It’ll take a while, and you might die of a heart attack before I get to the main part.”

“Antonio—”

“What part do you want to hear first?” I ask, cutting him off. “The part where I slid my ring into her finger… Or would you rather hear how it felt to be inside her.”

“I’ll kill you,” he growls with so much rage and threat in his voice. “I’ll find you, and I will make you die in a miserable way.”

I huff out a mocking laughter. “Not if I kill your daughter first.”

“I won’t let you off if you harm her.”

Another chuckle escapes my lips. “I don’t think you understand me, Peter. Now, let’s start over. You’re not in the position to make threats or even be angry. If you want your daughter safe, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know.”

There’s a moment of silence as if he’s considering and weighing between his pride and his daughter’s life. “What do you want to know?”

“Who killed Dante and why?”

He sighs heavily. “I can tell you anything but that. They’ll come for my entire family if I tell you, I can’t risk it.”

There’s a knock on the door. Lorenzo and Luca walk inside. Lorenzo sits on the mesh chair across my desk, and Luca rests his back against the wall, folding his arms and watching me.

“I see,” I drawl. “You’re afraid of whoever it is. But you see, I lost something, and I have nothing else to lose. You know the type of man you should fear? The one who has nothing to lose.”

He remains tight-lipped, my clue that he’s not going to give up the answer easily. It looks like I went through the stress of kidnapping Vivienne and forcing her into marrying me for nothing.

Either way, I intend to get my answer, and I don’t give a flying fuck if I have to force it out of his fucking mouth.

“You have three days to give me the answer I need, or I’ll torture your daughter each day. I’ll tear her apart limb by limb until there’s nothing left,” I threaten, keeping my tone low and icy. “When I am done with her, and there’s nothing left, I’ll come for your other daughter and make you watch as I kill her.”

“Antonio—”

I hang up before he can finish. I already know men like Peter enough to predict he’s trying to negotiate, not give up whoever is behind Dante’s death.

“That fucker won’t talk, will he?” Luca says, his eyes burning with as much rage as the one I feel in my gut.

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