Pillow Talk

Chapter 19

Leaning up against the wall, Nixon locked eyes with the man tied to the chair in the middle of the room.

Leon sat adjacent to the man, twirling a taser around his finger.

"So Castellano, are you willing to talk yet?", Leon asked the man who sat all bloodied and bruised.

They've been in this safe house for the past 4 days trying to extract some information from him. So far to no avail. The man was mafia after all.

The man smirked, "Go fuck yourself.", he replied calmly, earning another shock from Leon as he gritted his teeth.

"I bet you weren't saying that when you were raping that girl and boasting about shooting up the Lorden-Ford wedding, right?", Nixon spoke now, reminding Castellano of how he'd ended up in this position.

Castellano grinned, "Off course not. Some puttana wrapped around my cock, fucking me good. There's hardly any time to think about anything else."
(Whore)

Nixon sneered at the way the man described what he'd done.

He recounted how Leon had explained how they gathered the lead on the shooting. A bruised and distraught woman had walked into the precinct to report a rape.

The details still made Nixon shake to his core as he remembered the brutal details of the assault. The man had bragged about shooting up a fancy wedding after the assault. The woman described the man in full detail to Leon and the other investigating officers. Castellano had slipped up by dropping his key card at the scene, leading police right to him.

Nixon, despite not voicing it, had doubts and he knew that Leon might have been having it too, but he found it hard to believe that a member of the mafia had made such idiotic mistakes.

After all, every member was trained to be almost perfect.

"Castellano, work with us man. Your Capo is already in jail. Pretty soon, your entire organization will come crumbling down. Why don't you leave while you can. Go someplace nice and spend the rest of your days with your family?", Leon was trying another tactic.

Off course Castellano wouldn't be set free. There was no way in hell they would let him go. Rape and murder were unforgivable and Gallo's men had committed both, on numerous occasions.

Nixon pushed up from the wall, to round Castellano, "Yes I'm sure your beautiful wife and children would like to leave Italy. Explore the world- alive that is.", the words left Nixon's mouth tauntingly.

Castellano laughed menacingly, "Non capisci? Sanno già che esiste la possibilità che possano morire."
(You don't get it? They already know that there's a possibility they could die.)

Leon shook his head in frustration as Nixon bent down in front of the man and looked him in the eye, "Just tell us who was responsible for the shooting and proteggeremo la tua famiglia.", Nixon tried bargaining.
(We'll protect your family.)

Smirking, Castellano laughed again, "He told me to tell you that he'll be coming for you."

Nixon felt a chill go down his spine which soon turned into panick as Castellano started frothing. Leon jumped up from his sitting position and radioed in a medic.

Nixon checked Castellano's pulse, "His dead.", he announced, hitting his hand on the wall. They should've predicted this. It was how the mafia worked. No snitching, Omerta, it all was something a member valued, even more than their own life.

Leon's phone beeped, "The forensics van carrying the shell casings was just blown up."

Nixon's eyes widened, "That's all the evidence gone."