Page 72 of Giovanni the Savage

“That didn’t go down well, did it?” I nod to his crooked nose.

“Motherfucker!”

“What did he reach out to you for?”

“I can’t.”

“You’re forgetting the person who’s supposed to kill you is now at my mercy. You seem to be good at switching teams, so this shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

He turns to Victor to see him lying unconscious in his chair.

“I don’t want to ask again, Rocco,” I warn, fiddling with the device.

“Fine!” he yells. “He paid me to kill you. Just like he killed our father.”

I’m stunned to silence while staring at Rocco. Through months of searching for the killer, my brother knew who he was and, by extension, Luna. I know Victor must have bragged about his conquests to her.

He must see me curling my fists because he starts screaming out.

“I didn’t know he did it before then. I was a desperate man. I just got out of jail to find out I’d been kicked out of the mob. I needed the money he promised.”

“What else do you know?” I ask calmly.

My calmness seems to scare him even more.

“That’s everything I know. Please, man,” he wheezes. “We can … We can start over and put this behind us.”

I laugh loudly at the impossibility. That’s the same thing Luna wanted. How is it that people who betray you are always the first to ask for a do-over?

I hold my hand out, and Ivan drops a gun in it.

Rocco’s eyes widen when I bend to his level.

“That’s right. Keep those eyes open,” I seethe. “I want you to look at me while I drive you to hell where you belong.”

“Please, please, you can’t do this.”

I smirk. “Oh. I can, and I will.”

“But I told you everything I know.”

“Which is why I have no use for you anymore.”

I aim for his head and shoot him between his eyes, and he dies instantly. His eyes are still wide open in horror, and his mouth shuts.

“Wake this bastard up,” I order, giving Ivan the gun while cleaning my hands and face.

Ivan presses a button on the chair and shocks Victor awake. He wakes up wailing and sputters while looking around.

I turn to face him, and his eyes widen before he masks it with a pained smirk.

“Tell me what I need to know, Victor,” I demand, walking to him.

“He’s told you everything,” Victor breathes.

What’s with people and wrong answers?

I fire a shot to his chin, and he yells in pain and squeezes his eyes shut.

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