Page 18 of Giovanni the Savage

He’s still recovering from the pain before he answers.

“I’ve told you. I was sick. I swear I was.”

I nod to one of my men, and Ivan holds his hand down on the armrest.

“For every lie you tell, you’ll lose a finger. How does that sound?” I hum, moving closer to him.

He looks terrified enough to pass out at any second, but I know he’s stronger than that. He’s a trained killer, after all. We all are; we just kill with different motives.

“From the records, you’re very committed and haven’t missed a single day at your job. So, what made that night so different?” I ask.

“I woke up that morning with a terrible flu …”

“Right.” I smirk before slicing his pinkie finger off.

He wails while thrashing violently in his seat and shutting his eyes.

“Le Verita,” I whisper while cleaning his blood on his thigh.

“Fuck! Okay, fine. I’ll tell you what I know!”

I stay silent and wait for him to speak.

“I wasn’t the only one that wasn’t on duty that night,” he mutters.

“Not what I asked you.”

I slice his next finger off with a scoff.

His bloodshot eyes widen while he’s shaking in pain.

That information has been stored in a part of my brain for later. For now, I just want his side.

“I didn’t do anything to hurt the boss. I swear.”

I skip his finger and plunge the knife into his thigh, then use it to rise to my feet.

“Who’s your alibi?” I ask him, bending in front of him.

His eyes twitch, and it’s his tell that he’s about to tell another lie.

“No one.”

Those are his last words before I send a bullet between his eyes, and he’s dead in an instant, his eyes wide open and fear being the last emotion still swirling in his irises.

“He’s useless.” I toss the gun to Ivan and remove my gloves, throwing them aside.

I grab a bottle of whiskey and chug it down.

“Meanwhile, Ivan?” I call. “Look into that Harvey guy.”

He just might be my next prey.

CHAPTER FIVE – Luna

Luna!”

I swear if I hear my name one more time, I just might implode. It’s been six long hours trying to tolerate my boss, and each second takes a few of my brain cells away.

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