Page 31 of The Sicilian Heir
"Stay," I snapped at Eunji as I opened the warehouse doors and escorted her inside.
I grabbed her hand and held it tightly, ignoring the gasp she let out at the sight in front of me. Strapped down to an armchair in the middle of the room, was the semi-conscious bratva member. The leather fabric seat was cut out for those who were interrogated for long periods of time. We wouldn't need to use that feature today.
"What the fuck, Vito?" Eunji's shocked exclamation was like music to my ears.
I grinned savagely. "I picked this chair specifically for torturing. Although I don't normally spend time in this area, that's Luciano's forte." I smirked at Eunji and walked around the no named member.
The distressed cow tailing and natural wood knots appeal gave the chair an aged appearance. We replaced it every few months. Sometimes it broke in interrogation. Others, it was just covered in enough bodily fluids that it made any passersby sick. This one still had some life left to it. I kicked the legs, jarring my quarry awake.
"W-what?" He shook his head in confusion.
"Who are you?" I knew it would be futile, but I wanted to give him a chance before we began.
"I'm not telling you shit, scum," he spat at me and stomped his foot down as far as he could, like that was going to help him.
"So be it," I agreed and motioned Eunji closer.
"Vito, what do you want with me? Why am I here?" She was fidgeting nervously.
"You need to be taught a deeper lesson. So, you will help me get answers." I walked to the metal table on the other side of the room and started pulling out tools to help move along this excursion.
The orthopedic bone saw was first. I doubted we needed that at all, but it had a certain flare to it. Then the wire saw and pinwheel. As I went down the line laying them carefully on the black cloth laying on the table, I felt like a showman. I pulled out my pair of pincers and frowned. They looked a little worn and rusted. I don't think Luciano was cleaning the tools properly when he finished, and I was going to have his head for that. The needle nose pliers, I sat on the edge because it was one of the tools I would be using. I checked in and peeked behind me to see what they were doing. Eunji was shaking and my quarry was looking at her like if he had a chance, he would try to choke the life out of her. I was going to have to punish him for that. I stowed the power drill on a rack below the table. I was starting to get frustrated. Nothing was in its rightful place and I knew who was to blame.
"V-Vito?" Eunji's shaky voice filtered in. I flicked a glance at her again and kept taking out my toys.
"Yes, little lotus?" I grinned.
Her breathing had picked up. I'd be concerned that she was afraid of me. "Are those for me?" she whispered and I could feel myself grow hard.
It wasn't fear in her voice, but anticipation. I groaned and tried to get myself under control.
"Come here," I commanded her, growing harder when she did exactly as told.
Perfection. I held out the rope to her. "I need you to tie down his wrists. It will stop him from moving around too much."
Eunji nodded and went about the first of many tasks I had for her. My incompetent soldiers should have tied him down properly, but I was starting to understand that Luciano was very hands on as an enforcer.
He wouldn't allow anyone to do anything but the bare minimum. It was why I couldn't find any of the tools. He had turned this warehouse into his own sanctuary, the screams of his prey falling on deaf ears as he rejoiced in their sounds.
From my understanding, when Luciano worked in the warehouse, he did it alone with the doors locked, so not many knew what happened in here. If only he was reachable. I'd rather keep my hands clean and on my little lotus than prying answers out of this scumbag.
When I looked at his wrists, tied down by Eunji, I remembered that he'd held her neck and grabbed her roughly, causing bruising on her neck and arm. Picturing that gave me the fortitude I needed to do what needed to be done.
"We need to get these sure hot," I told Eunji and handed her a pair of metal forceps.
We were going to heat them up and then individually grasp each nail, slowly prying it upward from the nail bed before finally tearing it free.
While Eunji heated the tool, I addressed the man in front of me, "Last chance before we begin. What is your name?"
"Fuck you," he grunted.
I shrugged my shoulders and showed Eunji how to remove the first nail. I wanted her to be able to do it herself. He barely made a sound. It wasn't surprising. He would squeal by the time we finished one hand.
Some time passed and he hadn't talked. We removed all the nails on both hands. While he was hot and sweaty, he didn't look like he was in pain at all.
"It's just your name. Not even big information," I groused at him.
I must be losing my touch. Eunji looked like she was in her element. She hadn't seen this side of the business before, but I'm sure she would've loved seeing what we did to Romano that fateful night. I know it gave me satisfaction for months knowing thatbastardowasn't roaming the earth anymore.
