Page 62 of The Devil's Heir
"I guess so," I reply.
"Don't look too bad. They seem to take care of themselves, and they're clean. What more can you ask for?" My friend snickers.
All three look pretty fit, and yes, they're clean-cut, but they have an aura about them that tells me they're not so straight and narrow. I toss back the rest of my drink and push my glass away, straightening while fixing my cuffs.
"Hey, Mr. Falcon. Want some company?" A redhead saunters up to me, pressing her tits into my arm.
I sneer down at the woman. I recognize her as someone I've fucked, but the hell if I remember her name. Shaking her off me, I step back.
"Watch yourself," I warn.
Joey steps in front of me and addresses the woman. "Don't ever approach Mr. Falcon unless he's called you over. Now go look for a fuck somewhere else."
The woman glares at my friend and then me, but I don't give a fuck. I've already dismissed her.
"Hey, Boss. I was told to escort these three over to you," Freddy, the bouncer, says as they come to stand before me.
"Thanks, Freddy."
The massive guy nods before returning to his post at the front entrance. I turn to the three men and take a closer look at them. One is faired skin with red hair—he's the biggest of the three. He looks like he's on steroids, as bulky as he is. The second one has sandy blonde hair with hazel eyes. He's more like theboy next door, only troubled. The last is another blonde with dark eyes and slightly tanned. He definitely looks like he's got Italian blood in him. He must be Gallo.
"Names," I state.
"Richards," theboy next doorspeaks first, followed by the other two.
I was right; the last one is Gallo. There's something familiar about him, but I don't have time to sit here and ponder about what it is, nor do I want to have a fucking heart-to-heart with him. So instead, I pivot, lift my hand, and, with two fingers, motion them to follow.
Joey brings up the back end as we walk through the club and into the back hallway. Security, standing outside the door we need, opens it for us and steps aside. I lead the men into a storage room and spin around to face them.
"Before we go any further, you should know that once we get past this point, there's no going back. You're either going to work for me, or you will leave in a body bag. You can choose to leave now or proceed, but I thought you should know."
The three men glance at each other, but none move to leave. In fact, they stand up straighter as if they're challenging me, but I know their type. They want to prove that they're badass enough to work for Jarek Falcon. I'll let them prove it themselves.
Turning and walking over to the furthest shelving unit, I move a bottle of bleach over and press the spot where the corner of the shelf meets the wall, and the wall swings open slowly.
Soft lighting lines the steps downward, and I lead the others to the bottom. There are two floors to the basement. This one is just an ordinary basement; in case we're ever invaded by the Feds. I may have a few in my pockets, but not the whole department.
I stop in front of an old wood-burning stove that no longer gets used, and I turn the knob on the door of the old metal contraption. Another doorway slides open, and the last set of stairs loom before us. The lightsare a bit brighter down here. After all, we need to see the handiwork we're doing.
There are different rooms for torture, almost like the rooms at my other clubs, except those are for pleasure and pain, whereas these rooms only offer lots of pain. Just past these rooms are the cell units where we hold our prisoners, and six of the fifteen cells are occupied at the moment.
Stopping in front of the first cell, I return my attention to the recruits. "Your initiation starts now. I'm going to pull three prisoners out of these rooms, and you all will have a turn trying to get information from them. If they continue to refuse, you will use your imaginations to give them an excruciating death."
The redhead lifts his finger once I'm done talking and I raise my brow at him, indicating for him to speak.
"What if they talk and tell us what we want to know?" he asks.
"Then you make it quick and put a bullet between their eyes." I deadpan.
Red nods as he purses his lips.
"Do you have any other questions before we get started?" I ask while looking between the three. When they all remain quiet, I proceed, "Good, now, let's grab the first one and take him two doors down."
I point to the first cell and wait for the three of them to go in and retrieve the guy. Two of them drag him out while the third hurries to open the door to the room I indicated.
Once they have the prisoner strapped to the chair in the center of the room, Lansky and Richards step back, letting Gallo take the lead on this first one. I already know the outcome because this prisoner can't talk, not anymore. He's missing his tongue—a painful lesson brought on from the last interrogation. However, Gallo doesn't know this. He hammers the guy with question after question.
Gallo plucks every nail from the guy's fingers and even cuts off an ear until I finally call it quits and allow him to put the fucker out of his misery once and for all.
