Page 129 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

Vince smirks, showing his blood-stained teeth.

Marco’s not wrong.

Vince has the same dark green eyes as Lorenzo, and his hair is jet black and slightly curled. He can’t be more than twenty, though he’s got a fair amount of muscle on him. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, which gives us perfect access to the one thing he will value the most.

“That’s not a compliment.” I lift his chin with the tip of my gun. “Now, I suggest you start giving us some information if you plan on keeping all of your limbs.”

“I don’t know anything.” Vince throws his head back, spitting bloody drool at Marco.

“You fucker,” Marco hisses.

“Marco. we need him alive.” My eyes find Vince’s. “Now, start fucking talking.”

“I told you, I don’t know anything.” A thin sheen of sweat covers his forehead. He’s losing a lot of blood from the bullet wound, but it won’t be enough to kill him. Yet.

“I’m sure we can change that.” I take a step back. “Marco, why don’t you start with his right hand.”

“I’d be happy to.” Marco chuckles, pulling out a knife.

Vince’s eyes widen at the sight of the six-inch blade.

“This might hurt just a little,” Marco purrs.

“I’ve been working with him!” Vince splutters, his eyes darting between me and Marco. “But he tells me nothing. No specifics.”

I frown. “He doesn’t trust you? Why?”

Marco pauses, the edge of his blade pressed into Vince’s wrist, ready to sever the limb at my command.

“I-I don’t know.”

Marco shakes his head. “Surely, Lorenzo would want his son knowing the ins and outs of his business. I don’t buy it.”

“I gave up the location of The Vault,” Vince admits. “There was a mole, and I didn’t realize it.”

Marco barks out a laugh. “Sounds like you’re a fucking liability. Seems to me, daddy would be glad to see the back of you.” Marco turns to me and raises his eyebrows. “He won’t be enough.”

I let out a long breath as I look into Vince’s eyes, Lorenzo’s eyes, and know what my brother says is true.

If Lorenzo doesn’t trust Vince enough to tell him anything of use, then there’s no way he’d give up Lila in exchange for him.

Marco scowls. “He’s dead weight.”

Vince squirms, shaking his head. “I could be a mole for you?—”

My gun is already pointed between his eyebrows, my finger pulling the trigger before he even has a chance to finish that sentence.

“We’ve wasted too much time.” I look down at Vince’s body now slumped on the floor, his blood staining the cream carpet. I kick him, hard. “Fuck!”

Lila’s been in Lorenzo’s clutches for hours. Who knows what sort of pain he’s inflicted on her? She’s slipping through my fingers, the last few threads keeping us tied together are snapping.

A phone starts buzzing on the nightstand, and I freeze.

“Vince’s phone.” I walk around to the other side of the bed and pick it up.

It’s an unknown number, but it’s likely one of Lorenzo’s guys calling from a burner phone.

“Answer it,” Marco hisses.

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