Page 70 of Giovanni the Savage

“Fuck!” I yell out in agony.

Nothing prepared me for the hurt and the hollowness in my chest. Nothing also prepared me for the realization that I’ve lost it all.

CHAPTER NINETEEN - Giovanni

I pick up Ivan’s call and put it on speaker while driving way past the speed limit in an attempt to clear my head. Since I discovered Luna was a spy, I’ve spent most of my days riding on the adrenaline of racing. It’s been a month, yet the hurt is still fresh in my memory.

Having dinner with her and being on the helicopter with Luna feels like a distant memory. Sometimes, it feels like it never even happened. After a week of ignoring her calls and texts, she stopped reaching out, and maybe it is for the best.

“Ivan,” I answer.

“We have them, Boss.”

His words make my car skid to a halt, earning me loud horns from other drivers.

“You have who?” I ask for confirmation.

“I was able to tail Victor Kincaid’s men to his hideout, and now, we have him.”

Slowly, a smirk covers my lips.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

I drop the call, make a sharp U-turn, and turn in the direction of the warehouse. I can feel my veins pumping in anticipation.

My speed shortens a ten-minute drive into five, and before I know it, I’m pulling up at the warehouse.

It has been refurbished since the raid, and it doesn’t even look like there was a raid in the first place. I leave the car and head inside the doors, curling my fists tightly. I’m hoping to rein in my anger because, with how high it is, I’ll be putting a bullet in Victor’s skull before I can even get any information out of him.

I take the steps two at a time and insert the changed code into the basement. Each time I come here, I’m reminded of how easily Luna could find and give the code to someone else.

Once I enter the basement, I’m greeted by the sound of wailing and the pungent smell of blood and burnt flesh. My men have been busy with Victor, but it’s high time I stepped in.

I open the wretched room door and almost smile at the sight. Victor is strapped nicely to an electric chair; his legs and hands are bound. He isn’t bloody, but from the sweat covering his body, I can tell he’s been through so much that he wishes he was beaten.

There’s another person beside him. He’s not in an electric chair, and ’m not surprised when I see the person.

“If it isn’t the perfect son,” Rocco seethes and spits.

I only chuckle while striding towards him.

“If it isn’t the backstabbing brother.” I smirk when I see him, surprise lines his features.

“I don’t know what you heard, Giovanni, but just know it isn’t true.”

“So, what is true?” I fiddle with the knife in my pocket. “And for the last time, it’s Don to you!”

Before he can react, I plunge the tip of the knife into his thigh, enjoying how wails of pain slip from his lips.

“Fuck, do you want to kill me?” he breathes when I pull out the knife.

“Not until I’ve gotten what I want.” I shrug, looking down at him.

“Which is?” he asks.

“Nothing much. I just want to know your part in all this.”

“If you think I killed Dad, then you’re mistaken.”

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