Page 104 of Twisted Devotion

One by one, they raise their hands in surrender.

I meet Matteo’s gaze and nod. He gives the signal. And then, we execute every single one of them. No quick deaths. No mercy. Strangulation. Throats slit. Skulls shattered by bullets until their brains paint the pavement.

Tears streak down her face, and it almost amuses me that she actually cared about the men whose lives I just ended.

“I won’t tell you shit,” she spits, voice shaking

I smile coldly and shove her to the ground. “Then let’s make it interesting, shall we?”

Matteo moves quickly, retrieving a revolver and a single bullet from the car. I load the chamber, give it a slow spin, and snap it shut.

Elena’s breath hitches. “What… what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I ignore her, turning to Matteo instead. “Place your bet.”

He smirks. “Three shots.”

I hum thoughtfully. “I say two. A thousand bucks?”

Matteo nods. “Sounds fair, Boss.”

Elena’s expression crumbles, fresh terror clouding her teary eyes. “You’re sick. You’re fucking?—”

I press the gun harder against her temple.

Click.

Nothing.

She swallows hard, her whole body trembling so violently that the gravel beneath her knees crunches.

I spin the cylinder again.

Click.

Still nothing.

Matteo chuckles under his breath, and the other men watch eagerly, entertained by our little game.

I shake my head and glare at Elena. “You just cost me a thousand bucks, bitch.”

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps. I raise the gun once more, ready to pull the trigger again when she suddenly breaks.

“Wait!” she sobs. “I’ll talk.”

I lower the gun just slightly. “Then start.”

She exhales sharply, her voice shaking. “My family. The Caldarones. We were the first. The original settlers on this land. This territory—it should be ours.”

I don’t even blink. “That’s your excuse?”

She shifts, her eyes darting wildly. “We just wanted to take back what’s ours.”

Rage erupts inside me, white-hot and consuming. Because of that, they nearly killed my wife?

I grab her by the jaw, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You will give me every name. Every location. Every Caldarone still breathing.”

She swallows hard. “I…”

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