Chapter 20
In the end, the fucker gave us everything.
I made Luciano put a pillow over his lap so I didn’t have to look at his dick. Then he sketched out a map of Don Amato’s compound on a piece of paper.
He told us where all the guards would be stationed.
He gave us the codes to shut off the alarms.
He marked the bedroom where his mother and father slept.
“And your sister,” I said.
Luciano looked up at me in horror. “Please… no…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt her. I’m going to use her as leverage so your father gives me what I want.”
“What do you want? If it’s just money, I can – ”
“I want to know where Dario Rosolini is.”
Luciano stared at me like he couldn’t understand what I was saying.
“…what?”
“Did I stutter?” I snapped. “I want to know where the fuck Dario Rosolini is!”
“He – he lives in Tuscany!” Luciano said frantically.
“Yeah, I fuckin’ know that. But WHERE in Tuscany? Do you know?”
“No, I – ”
“Have you been to his place?”
“Yes, a couple of times, years ago.”
“Can you tell me how to get there?”
“No – I don’t remember – all I know is that it was somewhere outside of Florence!”
“Then I guess I’ll have to ask your daddy,” I said with a smirk.
“What do you want with Dario Rosolini?!”
“He killed my fuckin’ father in San Vittore,” I snarled. “And now I’m going to kill him.”
Luciano stared at me like I was a spaceman from Mars.
“That’s what all this is about?!” he asked incredulously.
“No, not just that. But it’s a big fuckin’ part of it. Now… everything you’ve told me better be right. Because if even a little part of it is wrong, I’m going to have my guys do everything I said I was going to do to your wife and kids, and worse. You understand?”
“Y-yes,” Luciano said.
“Good. Now get dressed.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to get us into your father’s place.”
He got a sick look on his face. “What?!”
“You’re going to get us in there. Where’s your cell phone?”
Luciano looked worried. “…in my jacket. Over there.”
I jerked my head at Ciro, who searched for the phone until he found it.
He brought it to me, and I tossed it on the bed beside Luciano. “You got the number for your dad’s security team?”
“Y-yes…”
“The front gate of the house?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I want you to text them. Tell them you’ll be dropping by the house in an hour and you’re gonna spend the night.”
“Why would I do that?”
I pointed at Romeo’s tablet. “I can think of a few good reasons.”
“No, I mean, I never spend the night at my parents’ house! Not without my wife and children. The guards will be suspicious!”
“Don’t say anything until somebody asks you – but if they do, tell them your wife found out about your mistress. Tell them you had a fight, and you’re going to stay at your father’s place because it’s easier than bringing all your bodyguards to a hotel in the middle of the night.”
“I wouldn’t leave my house to – ”
I pointed my gun at him. “Just fuckin’ do it.”
“I would normally call them for something like this.”
“What, so you can warn them? No thanks. Just text them, keep it simple, and I want to see it before you send it.”
He nodded in resignation, then began to tap out a message.
Stupid motherfucker.
He was signing his own death warrant.
Once Luciano finished, he showed me the message.
I’m coming by the house in an hour. I’ll be spending the night.
There didn’t seem to be any code words or anything.
“Last question,” I said. “Did you tell me the truth about everything?”
“Yes.”
“You swear to me? I’m not fucking around.”
“Yes!”
I looked over at Romeo and gestured like Turn it up.
He unmuted the screen so Luciano could hear his children crying.
Luciano’s eyes filled with tears.
“You swear to me you told me everything?” I asked. “Your wife and your kids’ lives are riding on this.”
“YES!” he shrieked. “I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING!”
“You better have, or one of your brats dies,” I said as I pressed Send.
The cries of Luciano’s wife and kids filled the silence as we waited.
A moment later, a message came back:
See you soon, sir.
Luciano’s shoulders slumped in relief.
“Alright, motherfucker – get dressed,” I sneered. “Time to go see Daddy.”