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I nod. “I understand. But all I want is the woman. It’s bad enough that Enzo is bringing me down on you and all your men, but that woman’s brother doesn’t see the Atlantic Ocean as an obstacle to coming here and burning Rome down. Don Leone? Have you heard of him? I’m sure you have. Enzo has a hard-on to get into the American market.”
Aldo shrugs like nothing I’m saying matters.
“That’s Leone’s sister Enzo has tied to a dirty bed.”
Aldo’s brow furrows, and I’m guessing that he wasn’t aware of who Aria was.
“And if he’s fucked her…” The idea of it nearly makes me retch. “Leone will string your dicks up for every made man to see.” That’s not true. I’ll string their dicks up first, but I want Aldo to think he can make a deal with me. “Tell me where she is.”
He spits at my feet. “You’re killing me anyway.”
“That’s true. I’m sorry for it. Had you come into my Family instead of Sabini’s, I imagine you’d be better respected and appreciated.”
He sneers.
“The thing is, Aldo, you might be a dead man, but you still have choices. You can tell me where Aria Leone is being held and die a quick, painless, dignified death, or you can protect Enzo, who you and I both know would squeal like a pig, and die a slow, painful death.”
“You don’t scare me. I’ve been cut many times.”
Paolo nods, holding up his hand, showing only three fingers indicating that Aldo has lost two.
I’m doing my best to be patient. The truth is, calm terrifies people even more than bloodthirsty rampages. But Aria doesn’t have time.
I stand. “Strip him.”
My men’s brows furrow in confusion, but they obey, using their knives to cut away Aldo’s shirt.
“Pants too.”
Only then do Aldo’s eyes flash with fear. It’s only a nanosecond, but I see it. When his pants are cut away, I pull my knife and stand over him.
“You’re a tough guy, Aldo. I admire that. I wish you were one of my men. But you made your choice not to help me. So, I’m going to castrate you and choke you with your dick.”
My men shift uncomfortably, exchanging glances. It’s not that I’m not a violent man. But twice tonight, I’ve threatened castration, and that is new. I’ve never done it before. But in both cases, it feels warranted.
“That’s how you’ll be found, Aldo. Naked, having swallowed your own dick.”
He snorts like a bull. I admire his effort to stay strong, but I don’t have time for this.
“Normally, I might cut your balls off first, but I’m in a hurry.” I toy with his shriveled dick with the tip of my knife. His stomach tightens and he tries to move back. “Where is Aria?”
“Go to hell.”
I run the knife along the edge of him. Droplets of blood appear.
Aldo grits his teeth. “You like dick, do you, Conte?”
I lean over and get into his face. “You’re the one who’ll be eating dick.” I poke the tip of my blade into his dick and begin to push. It pierces the skin, descending into his shaft.
“Fuck!” Aldo jerks, his chair jumping back, causing the blade to cut along the length again. He rattles off an address.
I look up at Bruno, who is already researching it on his phone. “Could be Sabini’s,” he says. “It’s an abandoned hotel outside of Rome.”
I pull out my gun and hold it to Aldo’s head.
“What if he’s lying?” Bruno asks.
“If he’s lying, he’s not going to ever tell me the truth. But I don’t have time to fuck around anymore. Ciao, Aldo.” I pull the trigger and march out of the room.
