Chapter 84: Chapter Eighty Four

*Domenico*

The loud sound of the metal door being opened rang in his ears causing him to wince from the pain. His breathing was shallow, his legs and arms numb from being tied down to a chair for the last forty-eight hours or so. His face felt battered and bruised from the beatings he kept receiving. He didn’t understand why they just wouldn’t kill him already. Why Alejandro hasn’t came to see him and demanded to know where his daughter is. At this point he just wanted to die. He had hoped that Enzo would have found him already but guess that was just too much wishful thinking on his part.

Fallen footsteps came closer in a slow pace as if whoever was here had all the time in the world. The light bulb hanging over his head made it hard for him to make out who the newcomer was when the rest of the room was pitch dark. The only thing he knew for sure was he was surrounded by mounds of boxes. He figured he must be in a basement of some sort until he realized the walls were a lot closer to each other for it to be a basement.

Then the sound of waves vibrated through the metal walls crashing against something solid and he knew he was on some sort of dock or pier near the ocean. But which dock? Which pier? They had knocked him out just as he had gotten into the car from his grandfather’s ranch and woke up in this dissolute place. Only two men came to see him as the hours passed and he had no idea who they were.

He had figured they would just end up killing him, but they made sure he drank water and had at least one meal to sustain him, granted it was just a can of tuna with a single slice of bread. It was enough to be sure he didn’t die from lack of provisions. Which told him they planned to keep him living just to torture him. But as the hours passed and with the lack of nutrients his mind was becoming sluggish and dizzy.

“I’m not that surprised that she wasn’t smart enough to marry you when she had you right in the palm of her hand.”

The voice was one he wasn’t expecting at all, and he would have looked quite in shock if one of his eyes wasn’t swollen shut and his lip busted to where it hurt to even open his mouth. The man steps into the light where he can see him clearly, or as clear as his eyes would allow. But seeing Dario Moretti there confused him until it finally clicked.

He tries to chuckle, but it hurt more to do that than to smile as one of his ribs were broken and the others bruised from the beatings. “So…he sends…his future son in law…to handle me instead.” He rasped out as best he could without causing him too much pain.

“Oh I’m not here under Russo’s command.” Dario scoffs. “No, I’m afraid he’s already dead. Killed by my men, orchestrated by his own wife.”

Dom couldn’t help but look dumbstruck regardless of how much it hurt to do it. “What? You killed Alejandro?”

He shrugs looking a bit bored. “Eh, he was old news anyways. It was time he threw in the towel and let the newer generation to take over. The only thing he had going for him was his daughter Gabriela. Your so called sweetheart tried to get me to fuck her. I allowed her to suck my dick, but it was such a sloppy job that it wasn’t really doing it for me, so I threw her aside just for her to crawl to my fat old man to be fucked instead.”

Domenico grits his teeth looking down at the ground hearing him say what he came to realize too late. Seeing the look on the kid’s face he couldn’t help to gloat a little.

“Oh, so you already knew about Ivy, huh. Is that why you finally threw her away? Because she was willing to spread her legs wide open for everyone else but you? It’s a good thing she didn’t truly find out about you, wasn’t it? You were so clever to hide your true identity. Here I thought Gabriela was filthy rich but you…”

He crouches down to his level looking both amused and impressed. “Your mother was an heiress back in Spain. The richest most powerful family that country has to offer. How the hell was your father able to bag that?”

“Don’t talk about my father and mother, you fucking piece of shit.” He growls, not caring for the pain any longer as he stares him down with a cold glare.

He slaps him right on the chest sending a massive wave of pain through his torso, his breath catching in a painful gasp. Dario sighs then clicks his tongue a few times looking at him with disappointment.

“Come on now Domenico. Is that any way to talk to your captor?”

“What do you…want with me? If you’re looking for Gabby, I’ll never…tell you where she is. I would rather you torture…every single part of my body, cut off every single…piece of limb I have before I tell you where she is.”

Deeply sighing again he stands back up and shakes his head. “No need for all the dramatics. I already got Gabriela. She’s currently in my house locked away safely until my return. Do you honestly think I was stupid enough not to check out your grandfather’s house after finding you there?”

Fear and panic zapped through him as he could tell he was telling the truth. “Enzo-”

“Is dead. As is your dear Uncle Tone and their men. They were ambushed and shot down on my orders. Soon your grandfather and Enzo’s father Gato will meet their fate as well. They’re not stupid either it seems and somehow found this hideout and are on their way if not here already. It irritates me to no end that they just couldn’t follow my instructions then they all would be dead together.”

“Then why keep me alive?” His heart begins to slam against his chest at hearing about his family. Enzo was dead? There was no way that was true. Enzo was different than the rest of them. He wanted no part of this life. He couldn’t believe it, wouldn’t believe it. Not until he saw his body himself will he allow the notion of his death to affect his thinking.

“Oh I plan to kill you. I just wanted you to know that because of everything you did from beginning to end was completely your fault. If you had made sure it was Ivy taken and not my fiancé that night, you and your cousin would be left alive doing your own thing. Just the rest of your family would have been killed off. But it didn’t happen that way, did it?”

“You honestly think we would have stood by while you destroyed our family?” He couldn’t believe the audacity of this lunatic.

Dario shrugs indifferently. “Eh, not like it mattered to me. By then I would be so powerful that the only thing either of you would have been able to do was bend down and kiss my feet or bring about your very own demise without so much as getting the revenge you would be seeking. So either way you lose.”

“If this was going to be your outcome all along why not just get it over with and kill me already.” Dom spits out, hating the fact there was nothing he could do in this very moment.

Dario hums in thought for a moment. “I could but then where would the fun be in that? You’re just bait but at least we could continue to torture you while we wait for your rescuing posse arrives.” He stands up and looks behind him to someone that was standing there that Dom couldn’t see.

“Have fun, but please, try to make his screams a little less loud. We don’t want to attract the wrong kind of attention.” He moves away to have a bigger, beefier man take his spot.

Dom tenses when he sees the giant sheers he was carrying. Clenching his teeth and closing his eyes he waits for the massive excruciating pain to be inflicted when suddenly a loud boom of an explosion rocks the crate they were in, nearly tipping it over.

“What the fuck?!” Dario barks out as loud screams and yells were muffled outside. “God damn it, what now?!” He rips the crate door open just for another explosion to blast right outside the room.