Her thoughts moved back to her childhood. Yes, there were times she’d got hurt. More than once. But that wasn’t it. The familiarity was something completely different, and the darkest part of her thoughts took over, reminding her. It almost felt like Noah had invited them all in. Just when she hoped to forget and put it all behind her.
It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be.
Noah shifted, seeing that the girl wasn’t prepared for it yet. She might be able to watch it but not do it. He took the knife back, making her snap out of it.
He turned his eyes towards Ivo again. "You see, Ivo? She actually gives you the pleasure of not meeting her dark side. That’s more than I can offer, unfortunately." He mocked, gripping the knife harder and circled Inéz, walking up to the bed once again.
The night was a long one. The screams of the man were heard for a few hours straight. Noah got off on them because he refused to shut him up when Nico complained that they were annoying him after a while. Inéz watched everything, feeling her heart skip a beat with every different type of torture that Capocame up with. He was a creative monster. The slashes all over the body were so deep that the blood flowing out coated the entire body. No one would be able to recognize the man anymore, even if they tried. Under the impact of Noah’s rough, hard hands, the sound of ribs breaking could be heard. He crushed his chest as if it was made of brittle plastic. He could hardly breathe, but his suffering body wasn’t ready to surrender just yet. The smirk on Capo’s face remained plastered there through it all. His excitement didn’t abandon him even after all the time spent making man bleed.
Transfusion bags were handled by Nico, but he didn’t interrupt Falcone’s wrath. He observed everything, standing on the other side ofthe room and sometimes gazed towards Inéz to see if she was still able to watch it. See if she could stomach this side of their world. Respect flashed in his eyes every time.
Noah saw the last bag coming to an end and stopped the torture at once.
"Now I can pardon you if you tell me whatever information you have," he said shocking the girl. After those hours she wouldn’t think that the man would do anything else but kill Ivo.
The man was less than a pale shadow of a ghost at this point, but hope showed in him. He nodded slightly, the painful small movement all he could manage.
"Filippo hired an assassin for the job. There was one more person in the restaurant and they fled before your people came." His voice was quiet. There was no energy in him to sound even a little confident. But he was telling the truth. That much was obvious.
Noah made a face, knowing that the attack wouldn’t have ended that easily. He felt that there was something more to that. "Who was it?" he asked, grabbing the man by the throat. He pulled him up from the bed without breaking a sweat and drove him into the wall. Another scream left his lips.
"I don’t know. But ask the girl that you have taken with you. She was there, so she might have seen something more."
A smirk appeared on Noah's face. "Thank you. You are pardoned," he said and snapped his neck at once, making Inéz scream for the first time.
Just when she was certain that she had figured out his moves, he did something like this. Noah caught her fright.
"Why did you do it? You pardoned him," she said, not knowing what to make of the man’s behavior.
The Capoagreed as he took in the scene he’d created. "He’s been pardoned. Doesn’t mean he gets to live. I never said anything about that," he answered, shrugging. Playing with words was Noah’s pastime. Games, lies were what he lived and thrived for. Nicodemo stepped up to him, knowing that it was his turn to take care of the body.
"Find someone to clean the room and get rid of the fucker. I’m done with him," he ordered his Enforcer.
Grabbing Inéz’s wrist, he pulled her out of the room towards the exit.
"Don’t be afraid of your demons, cara. Greet them as your best friends. Get to know them. What matters is the power we choose to act on. Fear makes you blind and weak." She nodded, replaying his words in her head over and over again like a messed up, insane prayer.
CHAPTER 10
The elevator stopped on the highest floor and they stepped out of it as soon as the doors opened. It wasn’t long until Drew appeared in front of them. Disapproval burned in his expression, morphing into anxiety when his eyes rested on Noah’s red hands. Blood wasn’t that easy to wash off, and dried stains still clung to the man’s skin. Changing the dirty t-shirt had been simple as the man usually kept additional clothes in the trunk of his car. Talking from experience it was mostly necessary.
Seeing the question written on Drew’s face, Inéz shrugged not able to explain to him the whole night. It was the most intense, disgusting and inhuman situation she had ever found herself in.
But oh, so tantalizing.
Which should be reason enough for her to turn on her heels and run away as far and fast as possible. Moreover, soon both her friends would be witnesses to such dealings every other day.
Today Noah showed her what it meant to be a part of theFamiglia. The dark side of the deal. Since she was a little girl she’d believed in theclear delimitation
