Duchess Trilogy: Book 1: Mafia

Chapter Five: Our Version of Family

Ryan's POV

Earlier that day...

It was beginning to be summer as the cells were far warmer today than usual. God, how I hated this time of year. I glanced over, looking at the perp, deciding what weapon of punishment I should put him in before I took him to see Don at noon. I took a deep breath while wiping the sweat from my forehead, grabbed a taser, and then rolled up my sleeves while walking towards the asshole.

The bastard was chained to the wall with many bruises and cuts from many of our guys and me beating him up the last couple of days. We don't tolerate any sort of prostitution rings or sex trades through our business. It just makes all other families look bad. The worst one out there is the Skull Trade, and this guy had information that we needed to know. Part of it was who was in charge, but also who the girl who looked exactly like Brie was pinned under 'sold.'

As I approached the low life, I ticked on the taser to the side of me to wake him up. He awoke in shock at the loud noise and then looked my way through his bloodshot eyes.

"So, it's been three days, pal. We got food for you in the corner and a doctor on the side awaiting to aid you, but we need to know who your boss is and who this girl is." I say, slamming the photo angrily into his face. The bastard just laughed at me, pushing it to the side with his head.

"I call bullshit Ryan! Besides, you'll never get it out of me! My boss paid me far more than your whole family could afford!" He then glances at the picture, smirking. " The girl looks amazing in this photo, though, by the way. Wish I had gotten a hold of her while I had the chance." The guy looks at me, smiling now, showing dried blood on his teeth.

Disgusted with his answer, I kicked the bastard hard in his kneecap, breaking it completely. As he let out a cry in pain, I tased the shit out of him in the balls. He was crying like a fucking baby, and it made me laugh. "Tell me who is the girl!" Once more, shouting, shoving the photo in their face so he would not look away.

The guy was in pain and kept shouting, "I don't know her! I never met her!"

"LIAR!" I yelled into his ears. I held it there a bit longer, watching him cry harder. Not satisfied, I released the taser from his balls. The guy falls forward with the chains still attached to his wrists, having him lean away from the wall. "This photo was hanging on your exact wall, along with four other women. We rescued them all, and we know your boss sold these women, and we want answers!"

"Go to hell!" He muttered in pain, now drooling out blood quickly from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, you'll be seeing hell soon! The Don is having your head exactly at noon. And one of these women, you will be seeing face to face, watching you go to hell for selling them off." I shouted, pointing to all the photos of the women in the cell.

I walk out of the cell, disgusted and hot from being there. I glance at Simon, still hearing the bastard taunt me. I tell Simon, "Have fun using him as a punching bag for the next few hours. I need to get cleaned up before the next meeting. I'll be back at ten till."

"No problem, sir." He grins as he cracks his knuckles. I walk away toward the stairs and head on up. I hear Simon close the cell door, and the guy starts crying again, begging for mercy. I shake my head, disappointed in not getting answers, and shut the basement door. I walk the halls and then head back to my room to freshen up.