"Do you really think I care if you fuck her?" Cesarino asked, laughing. Noah looked at his brother, nodding his head.
Seeing this, Flavio pushed the man off the chair and into the wall shoving his elbow in his throat. He started gagging, turning red from the impact, but the Underboss was careful enough not to knock him out. There was no fun in dealing with an unconscious man.
"A more important question is if I care enough to go after your entire family. Especially your wife. From what I remember she is a sight to behold."
That finally got to Cesarino. He started fighting against Flavio and swearing at both of them in Italian. Noah looked pleased by the reaction. He’d found his weak spot.
"Finally, you remembered that I don’t make an exception for women. I do have connections in New York, you know? It wouldn’t be that hard to grab your wife, drag her to my city and give her to one of the Famiglia'swhorehouses. She might suit many other’s tastes except mine. I do prefer them younger," he looked at Anastasia once again.
At this point, realization hit Cesarino as to what he had brought upon his own daughter.
"You can be sure that I will take care of your family."
As Noah signaled him, Cristian took the girl out of the room without bothering to be gentle. Inéz swallowed the lump in her throat, scared of what would happen to the poor girl. There was a dark side to the mafia that she hadn’t realized existed. Especially, she hadn’t thought that Noah was so cruel to everyone. There was not one decent bone in his body that would go easy on a woman.
A hard realization that she’d got herself in a huge mess slammed into her.
She reached out for Drew’s hand, hoping for some kind on consolation but he was even more shocked than she was. However, he’d known what Noah was capable of. He’d seen it with his own eyes. He wasn’t scared. Disgusted more like it.
"Alright, now it’s your turn."
Noah took over from his brother and pushed the man to the floor once again, exactly in the same position as before. He rubbed the knife against the man’s clothes trying to somewhat clean it. Then he placed it against his arm and began to methodically snip away at the soft flesh. He cut until bone could be seen and even then, he went on, like it was no big deal.
Clearly satisfied with his work, when all that was left was useless, mangled skin and protruding bone, Falcone moved on to the fingers quickly chopping all of them off. Lying in a pool of his own blood, clutching his bleeding stumps to his chest, Cesarino was close to passing out.
"Give Ryder the gun," Noah said to Flavio who growled at the thought but did what was asked.
Drew held the gun as if it was the first time. But it wasn’t. He had gone to a shooting range with his father from time to time and he knew how to use it. However, Noah was unpredictable and the order couldn’t mean anything good.
One look at Noah’s cold face was enough as to discern why Drew was supposed to have a gun.
The Capo pulled away from the man making more space. He came up to Drew with a challenging smirk. "Shoot his leg." he ordered.
Inéz breathlessly exhaled. She couldn’t imagine her best friend shooting anyone. Becoming as brutal as the Falcone boys were. But she wasn’t sure he had any other option.
"Now. We don’t have the whole day for fuck’s sake," Noah roared.
Drew wasn’t able to look in the man’s eyes. Not when he knew what he was about to do. So he just turned his head and pulled the trigger.
CHAPTER 7
The gun’s noise was deafening. Isaac was unable to look at what his friend had done. But Inéz didn't lower her gaze. She was in some kind of state of paralysis. Not even the sight of blood was enough to give her the chills. The brunette didn’t know what was wrong with her. It wasn’t normal to act like that. A tear slid down her cheek at how twisted her mind must be.
Noah saw her reaction but didn’t say anything. She was even more certain that he knew what was going on inside of her. But he didn’t want to voice his thoughts in the presence of others.
"Lookingawayisfortheweak, andIdon’tallow such peopleinmyFamiglia," TheCapoadmitted, taking the gun from the man’s hand.
Drew looked at the man lying in front of him. He wasn’t moving. "Is he dead?" Isaac asked, still not able to look at him.
Noah rolled his eyes at the cowardice. But when it came to Isaac, he would need him behind the computer. He just had to learn how to shoot properly and fight to be able to defend himself on any occasion. Nothing more because he wouldn’t be sent to the field tasks.
For Drew, it was a test whether he cared about Lynette enough to actually pull the trigger. Albeit hesitantly, he did. It was the first step towards being able to search for the girl he loved. That had been the only thought running through his head as he carried out Noah’s command.
As outsiders they had more reservation towards being brutal. They hadn’t been witnesses to such cruelty from a young age. Not like Noah or Flavio. They also hadn’t been taught the rules of the underworld as if questions concerning them were going to be on their SATs. And Noah knew from the start that it would take time for them to get used to the notions. He had more than enough patience to give them the chance to get accustomed to the mafia world.
"He’s just passed out. There’s a long way ahead of him still. But I can see that my brother wants to have a piece
