Page 74 of The Diávolos: Part Two
“Gianis, hold his head up.” I point to Peter, whose eyes have darkened with fear.
I push the explosive in Peter’s mouth as he thrashes on his seat. Gianis’s hold keeps him a prisoner of his chair.
“This is what you get for running your disgraceful mouth. At any moment, I could let this go off, and I will not shed a tear for destroying my own warehouse if it means I get to see you burn with it.”
I move away and step into my office, followed by my men, leaving Peter and the explosive in the small room next door.
Gianis speaks up first. “How long are we going to keep him here?”
“For as long as it takes to get our answers. I want to know everything about the Sisterhood so I can take it down.”
“So thatwecan take it down,” Dion interjects, and Gianis and Xander agree.
“Hendrick will be ready to go too as soon as we give him the signal,” I confirm.
“Can we trust him?” Xander asks. “I know you’ve been friends with him for years, and I know he helped stop the truckload of girls, but how do we know he doesn’t have a separate agenda?”
I shrug my shoulders. “He probably does, but this is personal for him as well. And Hendrick knows better than to mess with me. He’s powerful, but he’s well aware that I could destroy him.”
“Now that we have the root of the problem in our care,” I say, sarcasm and anger infusing my words. “The rest of Peter’s empire will fall. I need men everywhere looking for his people. When you find them, kill them all,” I instruct.
The men nod and walk out of the office.
Angelica hops into my armored SUV at the entrance of Saintville. It’s time. Today, we’re infiltrating the Sisterhood.
I’ve exhausted the amount of information I could get from the outside. Now, it’s time to go in. We managed to beat out of Peter the exact location of the institution and found out that it has loads of tunnels and underground passages. All I’m missing are the names of the motherfuckers who ever stepped foot inside the establishment, donated money, bought young girls, or all of the above.
The organization is tight-lipped for obvious reasons, and all the transactions are done on paper and in cash to avoid beingcaught or tracked. It leaves us no choice but to sneak inside and extract the information ourselves.
Then, we punish every person responsible for their sins, starting with the leaders.
My men and I will sneak in through the underground passages we’ve discovered the Sisterhood is connected to, and we’ll use Angelica as a distraction.
Angelica will simply walk through the front door. I’d never put her in harm’s way, but it’s the only strategy to guarantee that a group of men breaking into the establishment goes unnoticed. The sisters and nuns shouldn’t think much of her visit. I doubt Peter has informed them that his daughter is working against them. Until then, we find what we can and leave.
I recount the plan to Angelica as I speed away from Saintville and, not wanting to keep the news from her any longer, I tell her that we caught Peter. The car falls into stunned silence as the revelation hangs in the air.
“Xander located him in a safe house right outside of the city, near the Antium border. We think he might’ve been planning to go overseas.”
“Is he alive?” A stillness takes over her as she waits for my response, avoiding eye contact.
“Yes. He’s beaten…but alive.”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “Where is he?”
“In my main warehouse, surrounded by guards. There are no ins or outs without my approval. I thought you’d want to see him before…”
Angelica nods. “I need to get some answers before he…dies,” she says, her voice trailing off at the end.
“I understand,angeloúdi mou. Take all the time you need. We’ll keep him alive as long as you want. And if you change your mind, we can think of another way to keep him away.”
“I thought killing him was the only option,” she says, confused.
“It is. I mean, it’s the only way to guarantee he’ll never mess with our lives again, and I won’t lie and say I don’t want revenge for my family, but I want you to be happy, Angelica. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life hating me because I killed yourbaba.”
“There’s no other way. My father must pay for what he did to your family. What he did to mymama.” She seethes, her fists clenching. Though she hasn’t said it out loud, my heart squeezes at the almost admission of her father’s fault in her mother’s death. “He’ll never stop coming for you and he’ll spend the rest of his days trying to get back at me for betraying him. I can’t deal with that.”
I agree. Peter Kouvalakis is nothing but tenacious.
