Page 38 of Explosive Union
“Veronika,” she replies, her words lilted with a thick Russian accent.
There’ll be war if the Bratva found out that the Famiglia have been fucking their young girls.
“How long have you been here?” Niccolò questions as he paces the floor.
“Six months,” she replies, her voice once again soft with no hint of Russian.
“How many of you are there?” I ask her, needing to know just how deep these fucking asses have gotten.
“Lots,” she says. “The men here paid to use us.”
My fists clench. “I’m sorry,” I snarl. “Paid whom?”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. I really can’t.” She rubs her arm, and I notice the barcode tattooed on her inner wrist.
A tattoo that I have seen before. Something that is unique to one criminal sector. “You belong to the Bratva,” I hiss.
She swallows hard. “Yes, they own us. All of us. We have to go back. They’ll be furious.” She continues to rub her arm.
I glance at Niccolò and see the anger reflected in his eyes. If these women are owned by the Bratva, then there’s no way the girls are going back. They’ll use them for information, and that’s not something we can allow to happen.
The door opens, and Dario walks in with Gabriele and his men, Diego, Angelo, Davide, and Ernesto.
“The women were long gone,” Gabriele tells us, stepping forward, and I know the fucker is lying through his teeth. He sent them away. “They wouldn’t be able to tell us anything.”
“Oh, and you know that for a fucking fact?” I snap, pissed that I’m having to deal with incompetent bastards.
He swallows hard and backs down. His gaze goes to Niccolò, the man he’s been friends with for years. But something Gabriele has forgotten isLa Famiglia prima di tutto.
“Dario, show Dawkins, Diego, Angelo, Davide, and Ernesto how we treat the men who betray the Famiglia, the ones that try to take what is ours.”
My brother smiles widely. He steps up along with Niccolò, and the two men bring the bastards to the middle of the floor on their knees, ready to beg for mercy.
Elio returns with Andrea and Edoardo. They’ve also got another three men in tow. Yet another three men that belong to Gabriele.
Motherfucker.
I instruct Andrea, Edoardo and Elio to position the men as the others are. As soon as they’re in place, I begin.
“How much money have you stolen from the Famiglia?” I question, and each of them bow their heads, unable to respond. “How many children have you fucked?” I snarl, and this time, Diego raises his head with eyes wide and filled with horror. “Those women are young fucking girls, Diego. You are nothing but a child fucker.”
“I didn’t know,” he pleads with me, his eyes filling with tears.
I reach for my gun and aim it for the weeping asshole. “The Famiglia does not tolerate child fuckers.” I fire off a round, and it lands between Diego’s eyes.
Bullseye.
“What about you, Davide?” Elio hisses. “You fuck the girls?”
We already know the answer to that. We just want to know if they’ll answer truthfully.
Davide nods, and Elio goes on and asks the other men who have their heads bowed.
I indicate for my captains to get their guns out. It’s time to end this fucking shit. I have a new product manager to appoint, along with moving the product to a new location. All the while finding out why my father never let on that things had gotten this bad.
“Lift your heads,” I instruct them. All seven men raise their heads.
Without even a warning, seven gunshots ring out. Mine hits Ernesto between the eyes, Elio pierces Davide’s heart, and Niccolò hits Dawkins in his chest. The rest of the captains take out the other men.