My Italian Monster

Chapter 24

A/N: This isn't edited yet. So sorry for the errors!🤪

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Leandro's POV

After shooting the video where we 'killed' Camilla, it was now time for me to talk to that motherfucker named Garcia. I put my phone in my pocket before I walked downstairs to the cells.

"Aperto." I said to the guard standing in front of Garcia's cell.

( Open. )

The door opened and I walked in. Garcia's head hung low. It looked like he was asleep but I knew he wasn't. He was probably in his thoughts. I stared blankly at him. It was silent...until he spoke.

"Are you done staring?"

I tilted my head. "I don't know." I shrugged.

He raised his head to look at me. "Please, sit down." He pointed to the other chair sitting opposite to where he was sitting.

Now we were both facing each other and the steel table was the only thing separating us.

"What can I do for you, dear friend?" He asked, smirking.

I just stared blankly at him. I read his body language. The way he kept tapping his foot, looking around the room. The way his hands couldn't keep still.

He was looking for a way to escape.

"You can't.."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I can't do what?"

"Escape. You can't and you know that."

He chuckled darkly. "Oh, I know."

I sighed as I leaned foward and placed my hands on the table. I stared blankly at him.

"What do you want, DiVaio?" He asked.

"Who told you the location of my house, Garcia?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes. "You already know the answer to that."

I nodded. "Hm. Yeah, you're right, I do. You know, I really don't want to be here, Garcia. I'm fucking hungry and I get moody when I'm hungry. So just answer my fucking questions and save us both some time, motherfucker."

He chuckled. "You really think I would just tell you like that? You know, I was wondering why you haven't tortured me yet. Why haven't you?"

I shrugged. "We're not bad people, Garcia. Why exactly would we do that? You're a friend, aren't you?" I tilted my head, staring blankly at him.

He snorted. "Oh, we both know you don't mean that. You haven't laid a hand on me yet because you don't have the permission to do that. Am I right?" He smirked. "You know that if you touch me, you'll have to answer to The Council, isn't that correct?"

My hands were itching, I just wanted to bang his head on this fucking table!

"I couldn't give a fuck about The Council. I'm not scared of them. I just don't want to waste my time ruining your shitty face." I said.

"Tell me, Garcia, why is The Boogeyman sending you to do his dirty job?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "W-What are you talking about?"

I smirked, studying his body language again. His dilated pupils. His shaky hands. The way he kept tapping his foot. He couldn't even keep his hands still.

I tilted my head. "You're nervous, Garcia. Why is that?"

He glared at me and stayed quiet.

I smirked. "Oh, yeah, I know all about you and him. I know that he paid you five hundred thousand euros. I know that he was the one who told you where to find Kayleigh's friends. I know he's the one who told you our location. I also know that he's the one who has been stealing from me."