At once Elio felt the need to shake some sense into her. Girls should fight, feel the need to survive no matter what. He appreciated the will to live more than the foolish force that stopped all senses. He smiled darkly, looking at the mother who still tried to drag her daughters upstairs.
The owner at once swung at Elio, who skillfully blocked all of his moves even with his eyes on the women, pushing him on the wall and grabbed him by the neck. His fingers tightened allowing little to no air. The man's face went red as he struggled to breathe. Elio smirked, bringing his full attention to the man at last. Feeling a throbbing pulse under his fingertips, he bashed the owner's body into the wall once again. This time harder. A loud crack echoed.
It wasn't the spine as he was still standing, however, the pressure the Enforcer put into the move might have caused a broken collarbone as one side hit harder into the wall.
He could already imagine the pain if it, in fact, was what he suspected. Elio himself had experienced through a broken collarbone quite a few times and it always hurt like a bitch. The only difference was that he got off on the pain. Because he was used to it.
"Are you going to behave or should we take care of your family first?" he asked, motioning to the women with his head. Fabro had been blocking their way up the stairs and Marcello'd appeared beside him.
There were no words that came out of the man's mouth, annoying the Enforcer.
"I fucking cannot hear you," he said, loosening his grip ever so slightly.
He nodded, his eyes flashing in agreement.
Elio grabbed the man by his shirt and dragged him to the living room.
Fabro was standing with his hands in his pockets, speaking calmly to the man, who at this point was already tied up to a straight-back chair. Around his waist and chest clothesline cord dug into his rumpled black t-shirt. His lip bled after being greeted by Elio with his fist for good measure. In the corner of the room, the kids and wife were silently crying and begging them to stop. Marcello was just next to them in case they tried to run again. Their intention wasn't to hurt anyone other than the bar owner. However, he didn't have to know that. As long as he was afraid that something could happen to his family, they had this slight advantage. Whether the man would die today or not, it wasn't yet certain.
And with the fact that Fabro practically hated women, he could feel like killing them all.
The owner hadn't answered any questions as of yet, really making his chances of coming out of this alive extremely small. It made Fabro angry but Elio was quite content with this turn of events. Apparently, threatening the family wasn't enough. Then the man spat in Fabro's face.
At once, Elio pulled the chair back, drew the gun and shoved it into his mouth as far as possible. The man started choking on it. The wife screamed, frightened as she watched her husband slowly make his life seem meaningless to keep on living. The man didn't expect such a thing because he didn't know Elio and what he was capable of. His finger twitched from the desire to blow his brains out with one small gesture. It had nothing to do with him disrespecting his twin and everything with satisfying his own fucked up urges. Otherwise, he'd gladly applaud him for doing something that he was thinking about more times than he could count.
"That's not very nice," he ticked, moving the gun slightly as it rattled against his teeth.
Fabro wiped the saliva off his forehead. He was on the edge now more than before. "Let's start again," he said. "And this time I advise you to consider your actions."
When Elio recognized the agreement in his eyes, he took the gun from his mouth but still kept it close, pointed at the man's temple. Just in case. At the same time, he nodded towards Marcello so that he'd stop the women from interrupting them with their screams. It was fucking annoying and certainly not needed.
"From this day on we are taking forty percent of your monthly earnings. It'd be less, however, your lack of cooperation angered us."
Then they waited. Waited for the man to refuse one last time or agree upon the proposition. Whichever it would be, the Famiglia would come out of this better than he and his family.
"Just agree," cried the wife.
Elio smirked. Even she knew that it was a lost cause. It's better to be alive with less money than dead.
"Listen to her," prompted Fabro, getting up from the couch. He came a few steps towards them, his arms crossed. He knew they had won this fight. Like any other. Seeing a barely-there nod, he sent Elio a meaningful look and left the house to wait in the car. That's the end of this work but the beginning for Elio. He put back the gun in his holster. His fingers stretching as his face glowed with excitement. Then he kicked his leg
