Tattered Love

Chapter 21

Arcabald wasn't hard to find. When I take in his appearance, his last name fits him well. He's a short rounded balding man with round bifocals on. He's well into his late thirties.

Arcabald looks me in my face as if he's stunned to see me in his office. His eyes wonder behind my head and his eyes widen. Great, he's realized the whole crew is here. He also must have realized that he's in deep shit for not one Greco, not two Grecos; but for all six of us to show up unannounced into his space. Fury is lit into my eyes as I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down. The mother fucker looks like it's bobbing for apples.

"What do I owe the pleasure too?" He stammers out trying to hide his fear. The mother fucker knows what he's done. All that plays in my head when I look at him is his coward ass penetrating a needle in my wife's neck. He then drags my wife to God knows where. The fire in my eye rise higher with every second I stare that this bastard.

"Sir... Your eyes. They're black." He stutters out in fear.

"Oh my eyes? They scare you? I'll have you fearing for your life here soon." I threaten in a low and deadly voice. "Alexander!" I scream out. My brother pushes past me and begins grappling Arcabald in one of his fancy Alexander holds. With Arcabald's right arm wrapping across his neck, Alexander tugs a little harder to put more pressure on his neck.

"Walk!" Alexander growls low. Like a puppet, he follows Alex's order. He begins to walk as Father leads Alex to where we're heading. On both sides of Arcabald are Antonio and Adriano. Behind everyone happens to be Arcangelo and I. Father leads us downstairs to the main floor and out the side door. We walk outside as the cool air whips us in our faces. I follow behind as Father opens the building two feet from our home. I walk through the first floor and down the stairs behind everyone.... When Father's hand hits the scanner, the door opens up to our torture chambers. I glide by everyone and open up my own personal torture chamber room. I watch as Arcabald's face pales. It might be from knowing what this room is to me... He might realize he's in deep shit. It might be from the blood I hadn't cleaned up from my last torture session. Or it could be a mixture of all three. But, do I give a shit? No, I want to know why he's taken my wife and where the fuck is she! Alexander roughly shoved Arcabald into the bloodied chair.

"If you move from that spot, I'll shoot your leg or third leg. Now, where is she?" I snarl viciously.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He says as if he's confused.

"Let me rephrase it. I know your drug my wife. I know you drug her off somewhere. Now, where the fuck is my Goddamned wife Harry. I won't ask a third time. Next time, I'll start to remove a digit." I threat the shaken doctor.

"I can't say. If I do, they'll kill me." He comments.

"Dumbass, if you don't answer; he will kill you stupid." Arcangelo snaps. Doc just shakes his head no. Adriano hands me my favorite knife from my weapons case. Alexander holds the doctor in place while Antonio grabs ahold of his right arm. Antonio uses his right hand to hold down Arcabald's right hand. Making sure to spread each finger out. I glance at the fingers and decide the one I'm taking is his thumb. I slide the knife down against his thumb and begin to slice through the flesh and muscle. Slowly I begin to slice through his tendons and ligaments in his thumb like butter. His wails fill the room as my sharpest knife snaps right through his bone; severing his thumb right of his body. Arcabald's eyes roll into the back of his head and his body goes limp. Arcangelo compresses the wound with a wrap. My brothers let Arcabald go and the unconscious man hits face first against the table. Adriano throws icy cold water onto his head. The sleazy doctor jerks as his eyes open up with a horror expression.

"Now, where is my fucking wife." I snap in anger. All he decides to do is shake his head no. I glance around his remaining four fingers. Debating on which one to dice off next. Pinky it is. Before I can put my knife through his pussy ass flesh; Father spoke up.

"Death will come easy if you answer Harry. Are you sure you would like to be tortured this way? Alessio is a wicked son of bitch." Father explains. Arcabald refuses to answer Father. So, I love forward with my knife in my blood covered hand.

So, we're going to be amputating the remainder of his limbs tonight, I see.