Chapter 81
Giorgio
Roberto, Mei-ling, and I watched everything from inside the mirrored office.
The Camorra thug sat on his chair in the middle of the concrete floor.
Niccolo stood about six feet in front of him.
Massimo was off to the side with a Glock, just in case…
And Adriano stood right next to the thug. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattoos on his forearms, and snapped a pair of latex gloves onto his hands.
You might think the Camorra thug would be afraid.
Maybe nervous about saying anything.
You would be wrong.
“You finocchios better let me out of these cuffs right now,” the guy snarled, “or I’ll tear your goddamn heads off and fuck the bloody stumps.”
“Lovely image,” Niccolo said. “My name is – ”
“I don’t care what your name is, buttboy,” the thug snarled. “You better let me out of here or – ”
Niccolo looked at Adriano.
Adriano punched the guy in the nose as hard as he could.
CRACK!
The guy grunted as his head jerked back. Blood began to trickle out of his nose and down the lower half of his face.
“That’s as good as I have to offer you,” Niccolo said. “It doesn’t – ”
“That fuckin’ tickled,” the guy sneered.
“We can tickle you some more, if you like.”
“Tickle my balls while you suck my cock.” The gorilla leered up at Adriano. “If you fuck like you punch, no wonder the bitches can’t feel it.”
Adriano punched him again.
CRACK!
The blood flowed even faster –
But the thug just grinned through bloody teeth. “That all you got, you fuckin’ pussy?”
Adriano smiled darkly. “No. It’s not.”
He stuck a finger through the bullet hole in the guy’s leather jacket –
And ground it deep into the wound.
“FUCK!” the guy screamed.
When Adriano removed his latex-covered finger, it was smeared with blood.
But the thug laughed.
“Next time, try sticking your dick in there. Maybe it’ll hurt more.” Then he paused. “Oh, yeah, forget that – after I fucked your bitch last night, she told me your pinky’s bigger than your cock. In fact, she said – ”
Adriano pointed his bloody, latex-covered finger –
And shoved it inside the thug’s ear, driving it deep into the ear canal.
The thug screamed again and tried to move his head away.
“Adriano,” Niccolo said.
Adriano’s face twisted with rage as he kept digging deeper into the guy’s ear –
“ADRIANO!” Niccolo shouted over the Camorra thug’s screams.
Adriano reluctantly pulled his finger out of the guy’s ear.
He looked in disgust at the earwax coating the latex, then wiped it on the guy’s jacket.
“You should clean your fuckin’ ears, you piece of shit,” Adriano sneered.
The thug wheezed in pain for a few seconds… then chuckled. “Why? You like keeping your dick clean, finocchio?”
“Who do you work for?” Niccolo asked.
“Go fuck your mother,” the thug snarled.
“That would be difficult, since she’s been dead for years,” Niccolo said calmly.
“So THAT’S why she smelled so bad when I fucked her.”
Niccolo sighed like he was bored. “We know you’re Camorra. Who do you work for?”
“I fucked her in the ass, so I thought the smell was just the shit on my – ”
CRACK!
Adriano punched the guy in the jaw.
He stopped talking – at least for a second.
“Thank you,” Niccolo said to Adriano.
“You hit like a bitch,” the guy sneered.
“You want me to kneecap him?” Massimo asked, gesturing with the Glock.
“I’m considering it,” Niccolo said.
“I say we bring out the chainsaws,” Adriano said.
“Do it,” the guy taunted him. “At least I wouldn’t die from boredom.”
Adriano was about to punch him in the face again –
When there was a loud tap on the mirrored glass.
Niccolo looked over in surprise –
As did Roberto and I.
Mei-ling was the one signaling for Niccolo’s attention.
“Excuse me,” Nic said as he walked towards the office.
“Go choke on your own shit, asshole,” the thug said with a laugh.
“What a good idea for you,” Niccolo shot back. “I’ll write that down.”
While the Camorra thug continued to shout obscenities, Niccolo walked into the office and closed the door. “Yes?”
“This is going nowhere fast,” Mei-ling said in English.
Niccolo looked at Roberto in surprise.
Roberto just shrugged.
Niccolo smiled patronizingly at Mei-ling. “We’ve only just begun – ”
“Pain isn’t going to get you anywhere with this one,” she interrupted. “He sees it as proof of his manhood. The more pain you dole out, the more it reinforces how strong he is, at least in his own mind.”
Niccolo dropped the smile. “We’ll break him.”
“Or you’ll end up going too far, he’ll bleed out, and you won’t get a single thing out of him.”
Now Niccolo looked annoyed. “You have a better idea, I take it?”
“I do. Is there a sex shop nearby?”
Roberto and I both stared at her in shock.
Niccolo’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me, I don’t think I heard you correctly – a what shop?”
“A sex shop. Is there one in Florence?”
“I assume so – but why?”
“Because I’ll need a few supplies.”
“YOU’RE going to interrogate him?” Niccolo asked in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“With supplies from a sex shop?”
“If you want information out of him.”
“I fail to see how that’s going to – ”
“Give me five minutes with him, and you’ll get everything you want.”
“And what if you’re wrong?”
“What do you have to lose?” she asked coolly. “Five minutes of Adriano continuing to give him concussions?”
Niccolo regarded her strangely, then glanced at his twin brother again.
“Don’t look at me,” Roberto said. “I’m just the accountant.”
Niccolo sighed, then turned to me. “Take her wherever she wants to go, Giorgio.”
As he turned and walked out of the office, Niccolo muttered to himself, “A fucking sex shop…”