His greatest love.

Chapter 40.

*Trigger warning* violent scene ahead*

It was already dark, almost midnight and Fabio was not cooperating. He expected the fact that his wife and brother were here being tortured in front of him would encourage him to tell him who he was reporting to but even then he still insisted he was framed. 

He almost believed him.

Almost.

Gio looked at him as Matteo ordered the men to chain his arms above him with his legs shackled to the floor in a spread stance. His body was swollen with bruises, ribs sharp under the skin  yet his eyes, still clinging on to the fragments of the man he once was. He looked over to his wife who had passed out and his brother who was barely holding on and he slowly took out his jacket. He folded the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows exposing his attractive arm tattoo and his luxurious watch.

"You are wasting my time Fabio..." He said chuckling coldly," On normal terms I am a very patient man but today, I assure you... Am not leaving here without the answers i want." 

"I tol.. i told y..ou every...Everything..." Fabio stammered through his pain and Gio chuckled coldly as he walked to the steel table that had all the torture tools there and he took a drill.

For the first time since the torture experience started Fabio panicked when he turned it on.

"For every lie, I'll drill and for every truth is a closer chance to you getting close to your reunion outside this establishment." He said coldly as he walked toward him.

He looked into his eyes like was a work of clay being reshaped.

"Who did you the the program to??" He said coldly walking slowly behind his brother who was directly opposite him still struggling to catch a breath completely and utterly wounded.

"Marco!!!" Fabio yelled as soon as Gio turned on the drill and he chuckled looking at him coldly.

"Marco Jimenez??" He said and Fabio nodded frantically. "Where were you last month Fabio??"

"It... it was my, off duty-" He started saying and he chuckled coldly.

"That makes sense because if you were at work, you would know that Marco Jimenez is dead." Gio said coldly and Fabio froze in straight up fear as his brother panicked. "He was executed. A bullet to the head. He's no ghost because it was me that sent him to the maker." 

He turned on the drill and despite the screams from Fabio and the muffled cries from his brother through his bound mouth, he drilled through his brother's shoulder.

All the men slowly looked aside his brutality giving them chills.

"I'll tell you the truth. Just stop it!!" He yelled mustering up his remaining courage and he stopped looking at him curiously. "Boris, Boris Sokolov!!" He said and he turned cold.

"Liar!!!" He said coldly before drilling the other shoulder of his brother as he scream until he also passed out then he turned it off.

"Sokolov?? Sokolov you say?? He was in my custody for three weeks. It's funny how your lies leads to another dead man." He said coldly walking up to him. "Wake them up!!" He said coldly to his men and they splashed something on their faces.

"I am running out patience with you Fabio and it won't do you any good if you keep pushing me to my limits further than you have." He said coldly as the wife and brother woke up in utter shock and fright. Hoping and praying it was just a bad dream.

"I need you to look at your family. The very same family that is bearing irreversible changes because you choose to rather have them suffer than tell me who you gave my schedule to." He said coldly standing beside him. "You have always wanted to be a father, have someone look up to you. Be present for their first word like when they said, dada or when they take their first steps. When they run to you with their open arms waiting for you to pick them up even when you teach them how to ride a bike. That has always been your dream right?? That's why you have been to the hospital?? To get checked make sure you would have a baby. Prove that you are all man. Man enough without questions right??" He said darkly slowly a sick twisted smirk on his face. "All those secret doctor meetings to get you fit to be a father," he said slowly pointing to his wife who was now conscious but tied down to the steel chair her mouth covered wounded, "It worked." He said a dark smirk forming on his face as Fabio's face was covered in shock.