His greatest love.

Chapter 3.

*Trigger warning*
*The following scene provides high detailed violence*

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Both of his hands were tied separately to the ceiling his head hanging low from exhaustion only the tip of his toes were able to touch the ground. His face swollen with several open bleeding wounds as one of his eyes was swollen shut. His body was covered in deep bruises and bleeding injuries and others that stopped bleeding. Gio sat down drenched in sweat his hands covered in blood as his men watched silently.

"Are you really going to let me assume that you single handedly planned and effectively executed the assassination attempt on my dad??" Gio said calmly watching the man groaning in pain.

"Ju-just k-ki-kill mee!!" The man stuttered in pain and Gio turned to look at Matteo who just smirked.

He stood up from his seat his muscles sparkling from the sweat making his breastarm tattoo shine. He walked to the table where the weapons were and he took a specific ripper. A four set of long barbed wires that were bound to the safe handle.

"I will kill you but first the name.Will you tell me or not??" Gio said walking to him but instead he spit out blood on Gio making him chuckle coldly.

"Keep the name!!" Gio said before whipping him with the barbed wires ripping out his skin on very lash. The man yelled but Gio didn't stop even as his blood splashed all over him. Some of the men shut their eyes and other's looked away unable to keep watch of the site.

"Gio that's enough." Matteo said suddenly but he didn't stop. After a few minutes Gio stopped and took a step back watching the man's body that was bleeding everywhere.

"Keeping you alive is useless because it's clear you weren't going to sell out your boss so I'll find other means, " Gio said before shooting him in the head.

"The feds are investigating and nothing better lead back to us. Understood??" Gio said removing his gloves.

"Yes boss." Everyone said in unison.

Gio went to the warehouse bathroom and freshened up before leaving to go to the office.

He arrived at the headquarters of his business chain and went upstairs with his private elevator to the thirtieth seventh floor. His secretary gave him his coffee and he took a sip as he went into the conference room where they were all waiting nervously.

At the long obsidian table sat his board of directors—seasoned executives in five-figure suits. Across from them sat three representatives from Caprice Enterprise, a once-respected shipping conglomerate now gasping for air under debt and mismanagement.

Gio took his seat at the head of the table, setting his coffee down beside the custom-engraved brass pen.

"Let's begin," he said flatly.

One of the guests stood. Nervous energy radiated off him.

"I'm Mr. Antonio, representing Caprice Enterprise," he said, straightening his lapels.

"Where's your president?"

"Mr. Calvetti is overseas finalizing international contracts," Antonio replied quickly.

Gio didn't blink. "So, he's negotiating with other investors while asking me to bankroll his company?"

A beat of silence.

Antonio cleared his throat. "I assure you, Mr. De Luca, this offer has his full backing."

"Proceed."

Antonio launched into his pitch. A digital presentation flickered to life on the screen behind him. Revenue streams, fleet projections, port expansions. Words like "synergy," "long-term positioning," and "revitalized branding" echoed across the table. Charts. Projections. Fancy footwork.