The Lost De'Luca

Chapter Seventy Seven

Third person's pov-

It had been two weeks since the rescue mission yet Gabriella had showed no signs of waking up which worried her brothers deeply.

They decided to take their frustration and anger on the person who caused it.

The brothers went to the dimly lit basement, their eyes gleaming with anger. Luke, battered and bleeding, was tied to a chair in the center of the torture room. The sight pleased them greatly and served as some sort of consolation for them.

"I see the guards have already warmed you up," Alessandro said, his voice oddly calm despite the situation.

Luke, despite his situation, glared at Alessandro. The guard beside him punched him hard.

"Keep your head down!" the guard snapped, his face contorted in anger.

Antonio sat in a chair opposite Luke, his eyes boring into the man. Luke shifted uncomfortably in a failed attempt to get away from him.

"Who's your boss?" Antonio asked, his voice low and menacing, his eyes never leaving Luke's face.

"I was working for Viktoria, but your sister killed her already." Luke said, his gaze lowered.

Antonio nodded thoughtfully, his gaze drifting to the deadly weapons on the nearby table. His hand trailed over each weapon, his smirk growing wider.

His gaze turned deadly. "You must think I'm an idiot," he said calmly as he looked at the weapons "Start talking before things get real messy."

Every time Antonio looked at Luke, he saw his baby sister's bloodied body, and it ignited an unquenchable fire within him.

"I'm not lying. Besides, that girl is a bitch, and she deserved every bit of what we did to her. I destroyed her, and it doesn't matter what you do. That bitch will never be the same again." He said, cackling like a psychopath.

Luke's laughter was short-lived. Domenico's fist connected with his jaw, the crack echoing through the room. Luke's jaw hung loosely, his eyes widening in shock and a scream erupted from his mouth.

Antonio's expression remained impassive, his eyes never leaving Luke's face. "Which weapon do you like, Luke?" he asked. His eyes darkened, an evil glint flickering within them.

Luke's eyes widened in terror, but he kept his mouth shut. Antonio turned to the guard, who punched Luke, sending him into a screaming fit.

"Answer the Don's question!" the guard snapped, smacking Luke hard on the head.

"I don't know!" Luke stammered, his words barely audible due to his broken jaw.

Antonio's gaze never wavered. "Oh, come on. Pick one," he insisted, his voice dripping with pleasure.

Luke's refusal earned him another brutal punch from the guard.

"Fine!" Luke screamed, his voice hoarse. "The dagger! I choose the dagger!"

The dagger, the smallest weapon on display, seemed like the lesser evil. But appearances can be deceiving.

Antonio's eyes glinted with amusement as he held the dagger, twirling it around his fingers. "Now, I'll ask you again. Who's your boss?"

Luke gulped, but he refused to back down. "Are you deaf?! I don't have a boss!" he snapped.

Antonio's expression darkened. He plunged the dagger into Luke's thigh, twisting it roughly.

"I'll ask one more time," Antonio growled, his voice low and menacing. "Who. Is. Your. Boss?"

"I-i-i c-can't t-tell you. He'll kill me" Luke stuttered and Antonio laughed darkly, the air around them turned thick with danger.