◽THE JOY IN PAIN◽
◽THIRD PERSON'S POV◽
Carmello gave the man's finger a sharp twist. The soundproofed walls of the house ensured that even the loudest scream would never escape, so no matter how much he yelled, it wouldn’t do him any good.
“¿Quién te pagó para traicionarnos?“ {Who paid you to double-cross us?} Carmello demanded. Still, the man withheld information.
For someone with such flimsy loyalty, he was keeping his mouth shut surprisingly well.
He grabbed his index finger and twisted it back until it snapped with a sickening crunch. The man screamed again, louder this time.
The family's infestation of rats was worse than they'd imagined—trusting anyone had become a dangerous gamble.
"You don't need to confess," Carmello said calmly, twisting his victim's last healthy finger.
"Coglione, you scream like a damn woman," {idiot} Martini muttered, growing more irritated with each cry.
Martini detested traitors more than anyone, and Carmello couldn't blame him, his family had perished at the hands of an ostentatious snake.
Carmello dropped to his knees. Zero whimpered, with his swollen eye fixed on him, he was terrified and curious about Carmello's plans.
Zero had worked for him for four years and he still made the same mistake: assuming Carmello ever made plans.
He doesn't, he acts on impulse and cutting off his finger was the next thing that came to his mind.
He grinned, exhilarated at the thought of sliding the blade through his joint.
Without hesitation, he slashed his finger in one clean motion, exposing the bones of Zero's phalanges.
He seperated the bone from the joint digging his blade into the space between the bone. He smiled as Zero cried in pain, the more he struggled to get out of the bondage he was, the more he screamed.
Carmello brushed away the hair that got in his face, he wondered why such a brilliant idea hadn't occurred to him sooner.
"I'll tell you," Zero gasped, finally breaking. "It was Oleg." Blood dribbled from his swollen cheek as he spat the name.
"Oleg Morozov?" a chuckle escaped Marco "that Russian bastard?" The man had been double crossing him for a while as if challenging his authority
He had ignored him. Small fry like Oleg had never been of much concern to Carmello; he only handled minor deliverie—guns, drugs, nothing significant.
He crave challenges, and Oleg was never one.
What angered Carmello was how Oleg kept playing him for a fool and how he had lost over $100 million in merchandise because of him...
Tears streamed down Zero's face as he sobbed, "He threatened my family, I had no choice."
Carmello barely listened, already focused on Martini. Oleg had crossed the line for the last time, and he had been far too merciful.
He was going to stop Oleg totally.
"That’s why Mathilda stole the documents," Zero muttered, suddenly grabbing his attention. Mathilda, Marian’s sister, had disappeared without a trace. Carmello never thought he'd have any information on her.
Zero had left the family a year before Mathilda went missing.
"What about her?" he demanded.
"She was tricked by Fredrick," he revealed, his words slipping out under the weight of the torture.
It's funny how pain works
They always try to hold back as long as they can, but once they start talking, they never stop.
"Take him to the cold room," Carmello ordered Boris, who gave a curt nod and began dragging him away.
"No, no, don't," Zero whimpered, his voice barely a whisper now. "Please, I wouldn’t have betrayed you if he hadn’t taken my family."
Carmello laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the torture chamber. "It’s funny how you could’ve just asked for protection. Instead, Tú elegiste perder mi mercancía..“ {you chose to ‘lose’ my goods}
He turned to face Zero, his cynical eyes locking onto his broken form. "Eres solo una puta rata.“ {You’re nothing but a fucking rat}
Carmello followed closely behind Logan and Boris as they escorted Zero away, discussing with Martini the fate of the betrayer. Neither of them harbored any sympathy.
"Occupati della sua famiglia.“ {Take care of his family} Carmello instructed, his gaze locked with Marian's, who watched with a look of sheer terror, struggling to grasp the unfolding situation.
True to form, Marian quickly recovered from the shock and retreated to her assigned room.
"ho il sospetto che Marian stia tramando qualcosa.“ {I suspect Marian is plotting something} Martini remarked.
The way it felt like she was always scheming something bothered Carmello.
"ho notato.“ {I’ve noticed} Carmello replied, his attention fixed on the computer screen. "Lasciala seguire il suo piano. Just keep an eye on her. Being confined will likely affect her, despite her mental resilience." {let her pursue her plan} Martini acknowledged his words with a nod and turned to leave.
As he did, he caught sight of a shadowy figure through the office window.
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