Page 135 of Gamble with Me
Malin nodded, shrugging when I cast him another look of disbelief.
“Can you elaborate?” I asked, curiosity eating me alive. Mrs. Santangelo was almost eighty years old, and she refused to be involved in anything mafia-related since her husband and older son died in a shooting with police.
“Diana Santangelo called me to say her grandmother wished to speak with me,” Malin finally revealed, tossing the end of his cigarette into a nearby bush. “When I arrived, the old lady didn’t waste time. She suggested an exchange: Chester for a marriage.”
“Marriage?” I echoed, my voice jumping an octave higher. “Marriage with who?”
“I have no idea.” Malin shrugged, inspecting the two incoming cars. “I agreed without asking for specifics. Even if I had to fuck the granny, I would find out where the bastard was.”
Considering how delicate he was when it came to his sexual partners, the statement gave me chills.
“Bloody hell,” I exhaled, running my hand over my hair, unable to imagine what the fuck Malin consented to. Lady Santangelo had wanted to tie our families for decades, but we successfully dodged the bullet every time the topic arose. However, this time, it looked like she would get her way. Information about Chester’s whereabouts was priceless.
“We need to get Ramzan from prison,” Malin said, watching seven men getting out of two cars. “He’s the closest age to Diana.”
“I don’t think he would want to exchange one prison for another,” I pointed out, knowing too well that our immature youngest brother would never agree to marry someone he had never met. He was raised differently than us and wasn’t taught responsibility toward family.
“He won’t refuse your request,” Malin claimed confidently.
“We’ll deal with it later,” I hissed, refusing to discuss it before witnesses. I left him standing at the entrance, finishing another cigarette, while I went to greet the boys.
“Welcome, Lenny.” I stretched my hand for a shake, nodding toward the others. “Thank you for coming.”
“Your offer is too tempting to be ignored,” Lenny said, squeezing my hand. “What do you need from us?”
A sinister smile crossed my face. I had prepared for this moment for weeks. The plan of revenge I created would turn Chester’s last days into a living hell.
“Please, follow me.” I pointed at the old metal door guarded by Malin. “I’ll explain everything inside.”
I entered the dark corridor, turning the lights on. The long hall led us to the spacious, empty arena where Chester sat. The one intense bulb illuminated him, preventing him from seeing the group of spectators. His hair covered his eyes, he was completely naked, his mouth was stuffed, and the chains caused bruises around his ankles and wrists.
“I am offering you, Lenny, to erase your two-hundred-thousand-dollar debt in exchange for your services,” I started, smirking when Chester flinched at my voice resonating through the building.
Lenny nodded, his brows furrowing when he looked at the naked man.
“I want you and your boys to fuck him.” I motioned toward Chester, who desperately tugged on the restraints.
Two boys chuckled, and others nodded eagerly, probably thinking it would be an easy job and quick money. All in all, they were male prostitutes. They earned cash by fucking or getting fucked. But Lenny frowned, realizing there was a catch.
“Is that all?” he asked, watching me cautiously.
“Not exactly,” I admitted, walking toward Chester. He squinted his eyes at me, his breathing quickening at the sight of me.
“This man.” I walked around him, grasping his hair roughly and yanking his head back. “Attacked my girl. He beat her so badly, she ended up in the hospital.” Chester tried to break free from my hold, but his efforts were futile.
“He attempted to rape her, too,” I continued, ignoring his snarling and threats he spat at me. “So I want to repay the favor. I think it’s a proper punishment for such an outrageous act, don’t you think?”
The men exchanged looks, but no one said a word. It wasn’t an ordinary request. They were used to craziness in their line of work, but this was different. If someone didn’t keep their mouths shut, they couldend up in jail.
Lenny scanned his boys as if assessing them to see if they had the guts to do it. I advised him to bring those he trusted, but he could still make the mistake of choosing a weak link. However, the resolute expressions I saw told me they didn’t plan to back out of this. They busted their asses off to repay me the money they lost on slot machines. I offered them an easy way out. They would be stupid not to use the opportunity.
“As I said,” I broke the silence, deciding to sweeten the deal. “I’ll erase your debt, and for every day this keeps going, each of you will receive another ten thousand.”
The instant buzz between the men told me they were more than interested.
“You want us to fuck him all day long?” Lenny asked, drifting his gaze between Chester and me. The moral compass of this man was twisted, but I still expected him to object at least a little. However, nothing more than one question came. He only cared about getting rid of his debt.
“You can take a lunch break,” I joked, slapping Chester’s cheek. He screamed into the gag; his entire body was tense, and pure horror reflected in his eyes. This was exactly what I wanted, making him white with hysteria. Everyone in the building knew he wouldn’t survive long, but his last days would also be the longest of his life, full of pain and suffering.
