Angel's sin

Chapter 7

Alessandro~

Alessandro stood at the head of the room, his presence commanding and intimidating. The dim lighting cast long shadows across his stern face, highlighting the tension etched through the basement. To his left stood Killian, a towering figure with a reputation for brutality, his eyes cold and calculating. On Alessandro's right, Helios leaned against the wall, whose calm demeanor belied the ruthless efficiency with which he conducted his work. Alexei was positioned near the door, his muscular frame blocking any hope of escape for their captive. 

The enemy, bound to a heavy wooden chair in the center of the room, was a high-ranking rival mafioso, his face already bruised and bloodied from initial "interrogations." courtesy of Helios, and Killian.  Alessandro's gaze never wavered as he regarded the man, his thoughts on how to punish the pezzo di merda in front of him. 

Speak, I commanded, his voice a low growl. Tell us where HE'S hiding. This stronzo really had balls on him to spit on my floor, defiance still burning in his eyes. Killian tsked at his stupidity and stepped forward, cracking his knuckles ominously, but I raised a hand to halt him. Not yet, he said, his tone measured. We need him to understand the gravity of his situation. It seems he isn't aware of what will happen if he doesn't answer. Helios moved closer, a tablet in his hand, displaying information they had already extracted through digital means. We know more than you think, he said quietly, his voice almost soothing. But we need confirmation. Make it easier on yourself. We all know you are dead; otherwise, since we already sent HIM a gift to make up for your capture, maybe we should've gifted him your head instead. 

The man's eyes twitched, yet his lips remained sealed. Alessandro sighed, his patience wearing thin. He gave a slight nod to Alexei, who approached with a pair of pliers, his intentions clear. I bathed in others pain; this cazzos screams would do nothing but soothe his ears.  The rival family was enclosing their territory, threatening their operations, their livelihoods, and their lives, yet that wasn't the reason for this little charade; I've just about had it with that cunt. Last chance, I said, his voice like steel. Tell us what we need to know, or don't  and we'll keep this game going. I have all day, ......unlike you... Helios sure did a number on you, huh?

The captive sneered, a flicker of fear finally breaking through his wannabe tough exterior. I watched as Alexei grabbed the man's hand, positioning the pliers around a finger. The room was silent, the air thick with anticipation.  A scream pierced the air as Alexei applied pressure, the man's resolve shattering. "Alright, alright!" he cried out, desperation in his voice. "I'll talk!" My eyes narrowed, a mix of annoyance and revulsion twisting his gut at the man in front of him. He leaned in, ensuring he caught every word as the man began to spill his secrets, already confirming everything they knew. Cazzo, this bastardo really plans to have an all out war, not even with just my mafia that stronzo really intends to go after 'them'. Helios recorded everything, while Killian stood ready to pounce at the first sign of deception.

As the captive revealed the hidden locations, the plans, and the contacts, I felt a grim sense of accomplishment. This information would turn the tide in their favor, solidifying their power, yet he felt something amiss, this all felt too easy. There was no way that cunt would let his information leak so easily. A part of him craved the blood it would bring. When the man finished, I nodded to Helios, who confirmed the details were true. He then turned to Killian and Alexei. Take care of him, he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. They knew what to do.

As he left the room, the echoes of the captive's cries following him, I felt the weight of this position bearing down on me. I was the Don, responsible for the lives and fortunes of many. I had made the hard choices, done the necessary evils. But I knew that with each step deeper into this world, a part of his soul remained in that room, bound and bloodied, like the man who had broken under his command. Yet the small humanity he did have craved to be soothed, to give love, and to have children, yet he knew there would be no chance of that ever happening.