The Capolaughed loudly at the words. He wasn’t the forgiving type, and someone who had known him for years, as Ivo had, should know that by now. Even Inéz hadn’t needed a lot of time to find out.
"You have nothing that could make me pardon you. So, I ask again why did you come here? I thought that I would be flying out to the Maldives or some exotic paradise to get you by now. Shame. I wouldn’t mind a holiday." he sighed, but the satisfaction on his face was still there. He was imagining ripping the man inside-out with his knife.
"I know something about the attack on your restaurant in Seattle. It’s crucial for you to know it, believe me."
The man raised his eyebrow, watching Ivo carefully. "Believe you? What makes you think I will believe anything you say?"
Another sob came out of the man’s lips. "Because you’re a man of reason and honor. Just as your father raised you to be."
That was the last straw for Noah. He pulled out his knife, throwing it in the man’s arm earning a blood-curling scream. Swiftly, he grabbed the handle but didn’t take it out, as Inéz believed he would. It would make Ivo suffer less before dying. And Noah had no intention of allowing that to happen.But he would lull the man into a safe sense of security that the information he had would let him leave the building alive. Playing with his prey’s mind. One of his favorites.
"You might torture me, but it won’t change what I know. I have spent a lot of time in New York and I am familiar with their business." He squealed with agony.
It made Noah look at Nicodemo. The Enforcer thinned his lips. It was the first time Ivo had said anythingaboutbeinginNewYorkandhavingimportantinformation.Falconewasatwar with their boss because of the attack and couldn’t afford not to hear him out. No matter how much he desired to kill him.
"What do you know, Ivo? And make it worth my time." He grunted pulling man’s head back by the handful of strands he still had.
A whimper echoed in the room. "I need your word first. I want your pardon."
"Well, I can give you one thing and one thing only, a transfusion every time I spill more of your blood so you don’t die too quickly on me. How does that sound?" he asked, smirking.
Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, he pulled out the car keys and threw them to Nicodemo. The enforcer nodded slightly and slipped out of the bedroom to bring the transfusion bags. The night had just prolonged itself.
Inéz shifted making the floor squeal under her weight. Noah looked at her curiously and mentioned for the girl to come closer.
"New toy for a day, Noah?" asked Ivo, taking in the sight of the girl. Desire flashed in his eyes and it didn’t slip Noah’s attention.
"Actually, I’m thinking of giving her a go at torturing you," he explained and shock made its way to Ivo’s eyes at that. Inéz hadn’t been expecting it either.
It made no sense to let the girl not only see someone being tortured but also allowing her to become a torturer.
"You were always too fascinated by women’s presence in the mafia. That’s why Marco never even considered making you a part of the Selvaggio girl’s destruction. You would have probably introduced this Lynette whore to the business if you were to marry her. If she wasn’t already dead," he spat out with disgust.
For men like Ivo, a woman’s place was either in bed or in the kitchen. Far away from the mafia’s business.
Anotherknifelandedintheman’s other arm. Theagony wastoorealtobeadream. However, Boveri certainly hoped for it.
Inéz wondered whether the boss’s move was because of the words against Lynette or against his own way of leading the mafia. It was most likely the second one. Too proud to allow someone to question his leadership.
"Lynette was too weak for it. She would never manage to become more than a dutiful wife," he said and looked at Inéz with a wide grin. When he came up to her, the girl shivered not knowing what his intentions were at the moment. She wished she could read his mind for the second time that night. "But there’s something dark in Inéz, so it’s not the same fucking thing. Don’t underestimate my skills to recognize potential when it is staring back at me."
His fingers touched the skin on the back of her neck lightly. The fascination was clear in Noah’s eyes. It answered all the brunette’s previous questions. He saw her faulty thoughts and desires through and through. He read through her mask and saw her darkest side. The one she kept hidden from everyone, even herself.
The door opened and Nico came back with a few blood bags in his hands. Noah took out another knife standing behind the girl and showed it to her with an open palm. He gave her the choice to be the one to make the man talk. But all she could think of was that it was one of his tests whether she would become a part of the Famiglia after all.
She felt Nicodemo’s curious eyes on her. He, too, was wondering if she would do it or not. But didn’t dare say anything. It was his boss’s choice if he wanted Inéz to do the honors.
The girl swallowed once more. Before they came into the room, Noah had warned her not to lose it and now he was pushing her even farther, asking her to actually hurt someone. It was too much and she could feel the panic attack clawing its way out. But could she refuse the task? Or would she die because of it?
She took the knife. Her grip was barely there and it felt as ifshe was to drop it any second. Her eyes were set on the weapon. Sharp, metallic and still clean, but she could see blood. On her hands,
