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Cassio paused his beating of the guard and turned to look at me. “Nico, maybe we should all take a moment and calm down.”
“No,” I stated, my voice ice fucking cold. “I’ll calm down when I get my answers.”
Luciano slammed his fist in the doctor’s face. “You better start talking. My friend isn’t one to play around.”
“Who are you working for?” I demanded.
“I only… get email… instructions,” he whimpered, his words laced with a heavy Eastern European accent. I pressed thescalpel into his skin again. The doctor turned his head and spoke frantically to the man. “Tell him. You tell him.”
“Please,” the guard pleaded through snot, terror trembling in his voice. “We were just doing what we were told.”
“Tell me fucking everything,” I growled.
“If we do, will you set us free?” the doctor asked with hope.
I smiled cruelly. “Oh yeah, you’ll be set free.”
“The Belles and Mobsters auctions… they are a way to p-procure o-organs,” the guard stuttered. “A demand for organs on the black market is everywhere. There’s been a buzz about it in Europe for months.”
“Who’s giving the order?” Cassio demanded.
“W-we… don’t know,” the doctor cried. “We just receive an email with a location. This is the first transaction we’ve done in the States. So far, all transactions that I know of have been conducted in Europe and Asia. That’s all I know, I promise.”
My eyes locked on Luciano and Cassio, their expression mirroring my own rage.
“Give me the device you use to receive those emails,” I ordered.
The guard and the doctor shared a terrified glance. “It’s gone. We get a new burner phone delivered to us ahead of each shipment and we’re required to destroy it right after receiving instructions via email. But the email address is always the same.”
“What is it?”
“Th-the email?” the doctor stuttered and I nodded. “It’s always from @kingsforever.com.”
My brows furrowed. “Anything else?”
He shook his head. “Please let us go. We know nothing else.”
“These guys are useless,” Luciano muttered, pulled out his gun, and shot them dead. Then he turned to face Cassio and me.“Why is it that every lead we chase with this gives us nothing? Crumbs at best.”
“The person behind it all is good at covering his tracks,” Cassio answered.
“They ensure none of the men know much,” I grumbled. “But that’s not even the worst of it. Why would anyone want to bring the Belles and Mobsters Agreements back? The key players have long been dead.”
“We’ll find out,” Cassio stated matter-of-factly.
“Nothing and nobody remains a secret for long in our world,” Luciano quipped. “It’s probably a copycat that somehow heard about the belles and decided to play. Although there is one thing Matteo mentioned and now that this doctor mentioned that email handle?—”
He stopped mid-sentence and I stiffened at the mention of the fucker.
“What about the email handle?” I gritted.
“There are rumors of Benito King’s heir roaming this earth. Somehow I don’t think it’s a coincidence that these auctions and the heir resurfaced at the same time.”
“Fuck.” If I never heard that fucking name again, it would be too soon.
“My thoughts exactly,” Luciano muttered.
Dropping the bat that clanked against the floor, Cassio turned to one of the men and instructed, “Clean up the mess and get rid of all the evidence.”
