Beauty is a double-edged sword. It can be a blessing or a curse.
For Rosa, it is more of the later. Her whole life she has been viewed, treated and used like an object by others, including her own family.
She went to the crime ridden metropolis of L...
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"Nero, please reconsider! There is still time to..."
Claudio pleaded, following me down the ill-lit stairs leading to the basement.
"You know there isn't any going back, Claudio. It was too late the moment the first bullet was shot. We are already at war."
I fasten my pace, I don't want to deal with him now.
This idiot goes in front of me, forcing me to stop.
"Your father said that maybe if we give Anibal back to them, we could...."
"For what? You know they won't forgive this offense. Do you think Caligura would?!"
Claudio gulps. He knows what my father would do if this happened to us. In the mafia, when it comes to family, it is about honor. Antonio Albanesi certainly is not any different.
Besides, it means I will be able to make Anibal pay...
He makes way for me, and we continue to walk, arriving at the end of the stairs. Two guards are waiting for us, and escort us through the basement's dark corridors. It has been a while I haven't gone here. The concrete walls and tiled floor are absolutely filthy. The corridor is filled with metal doors at each side. Father said this place was already here when he bought the mansion, it used to be a wine cellar. We repurposed it.
We stop in front of one of them. A guarda unlocks it for us. Once we step inside, a horrible smell of rotten and sewage afflicts my nose. The room is lit by a single hanging yellow light bulb, that gives the place a greenish tone. It hovvers over a chair, where our guest of today is seated, with his hand and legs firmly tied up.
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Elias and Niko are there with other guards, waiting for us. They are there to ensure Tortur wouldn't start playing with him without me. Speaking of Tortur, he is at his work table, his shirtless back turned to us. Well, at least he is wering pants. He is fixing the motor of the circular saw, the one he used to chop off all the limbs and head of the fatass.
"I made a few adjustments to it, boss." He turns around to face me, holding the formidable object in his hands.
Tortur is a skinny, pale asian man with a shaved head. His torso is covered with piercings and scars. He smiles at us, showing his missing teeth, which he licks with his parted tongue. His long, bony face is covered in scars, most noticeable his glasgow grin, held by stiches. We don't know If all of those scars are self inflicted. Tortur's past is a Mystery. The soldier tell stories that he was a members of the Yakuza, and was tortured when captured by a rival gang. He would have taken a liking of It and became a torturer as well.
