The Mafia's Son III

Chapter Thirty Seven.

Isaac's POV

"Where'd you find him?!" I grumbled, turning to look at Dom who's trying to keep up with my fast pace as I storm into my warehouse.

"Ricci found him. Well Vin and Al did." He shakes his head. "Actually, wait- I don't know which one of the idiots it was."

"So what do you know, Dominic??" I grumble.

He shoots a very unpleasant glare in my direction, "they found him on the outskirts going to work. They ran him off the road so he came in already a little banged up."

"The vehicle?"

"Bike," he corrects. "It's in the shop."

"They ran him off the road on a bike?" I furrow my eyebrows, a little confused.

Dominic smiles, "Emiliano was with them... on his bike. He shot out the back tire sending him flying into a field."

"And who exactly gave Sax clearance to be back in the field? Back on the bike?"

"Ricci," Dominic answers. "Your second in command."

"I didn't need the clarification, Dom, I know what and who he is." I snap.

"Emiliano's been testing negative every time so Ricci felt he needed to be rewarded."

"Idiota," I mutter under my breath. "Who's with him? Who's with Enzo?"

"Beans.. He's barely touched him and the kid can barely breathe on his own. I genuinely believe he doesn't know anything, Isaac."

"I'll be the judge of that," I say as I walk up to the door that leads to the lower levels.

The guard watching the door immediately steps to the side allowing Dominic and I inside, locking the door behind us.

We step into the elevator making it all the way down to the lowest level, the level that I've dreaded coming down here so much. Nothing good ever comes out of this level, the air down here always feels thinner, my skin, my body, it's always uncomfortable and on high alert when I'm down here.

"P-please, n-no more," a soft masculine voice sobs from a couple doors down.

I walk forward in the direction of where the torment is coming from and step into a dimly lit room, my stomach instantly tight.

This is the same room that Pops had memo in, this is the last room that Hailey ever stepped foot in when she was down here. This room, the memories from everything that happened around that time is what keeps me from coming down here. This room fuels my rage, this room is what makes me lose touch with the little humanity that I have left, if I have any left.

I watch quietly from the back of the room, near the entrance still, as my men continue to interrogate and torment Enzo, Gregory Robsciotti's nephew.

He hangs his head low, mildly shaking it, blood dripping/dangling out of his mouth, his eyes nearly swollen shut. He's sitting in the middle of the room, in the same chair his uncle did, practically naked only in a pair of boxers, blood, cuts, bruises in almost every aspect of his body.

"P-p-please," he wheezed.

Beans is standing off to the side of him, his back towards me, blood dripping from his knuckles from all the times he's hit Enzo in the face.

One of the masked men from the other side of the room steps forward, tilting his head to the side, indicating that Beans step out of the way and he does.

Sacramentos guy pulls out his baton stun gun, a cracking sound of electricity fills the room for a second or two and he is then pressing it against Enzo's ribcage as he lets out an agonizing scream.