Page 43 of Bratva Bride

Enough games.

I grabbed a pen and with blinding speed, jumped over the desk and jammed it into his neck. He screamed and tried to back away, but Vin placed his hands on his shoulders, holding him in place. I kept my hand around the pen as I pushed it further in.

“Now, I just punched a hole in your carotid artery. That means you have about sixty seconds before you pass out," I drove the pen a little further in, enjoying his scream of agony. "Talk. Now," I growled.

"Sir, please! I have no idea what’s going on!”

“You don’t? Are you sure? You don’t know a little something about where my money went?”

“No! I swear!” His body shook, blood pouring freely down his neck, drenching his clothes.

“Well, someone has to know something, Marco.You’rein charge of the money, you and Diego. So, if it’s not you, then it has to be Diego. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Yes! Yes, it has to be Diego. Please sir, don’t kill me.”

I eyed him suspiciously. I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or not. I’ve come across some magnificent liars in my time. He could be one.

“Well, don’t worry Marco, we’re going to get this matter straightened out right away. We’ll find out who’s taken my money.” I ripped the pen out of his neck and he screamed, dropping to his knees. I pulled a silk handkerchief from my pocket and held it to the wound, applying pressure.

I crouched and locked eyes with him. “And when we do, they’re going to pray for a swift death. I promise you that.”

I rose to my full height and looked at Vin, nodding to Marco sobbing on his knees. “Patch him up and take him to the dungeon. We’ll continue this when we find Diego.”

ChapterTwelve

Arturo De Luca

Knock, knock.

"I'll get it!" A soft voice yelled from inside the house.

Illayana.

After dragging Diego’s ass to the dungeon located beneath our house, I left immediately for Las Vegas. Vin was going to call me the second he found Marco and then we were going to torture them together. One of them would talk eventually. It was their job to monitor the money coming in and out of the drop houses. Even if they weren’t directly responsible for the theft, they failed in protecting the money and they would pay the price for it. They could no longer be trusted with anything of importance. The missing $50,000 proved that.

The front door swung open and instead of Illayana, I was greeted by Lukyan.

Fucking delightful.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he sneered. "And who the fuck are they?" He waved his hands at the twins standing behind me.

"Where is she?" I asked, ignoring his questions.

"Not home." He started closing the door and I wedged my foot in the entryway to keep it open.

"Now see, why don't I believe you?" I barged through the door just in time to see Illayana running quickly down the stairs.

She was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. Her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail, swaying from side to side as she walked.

I shoulder barged past Lukyan and made my way over to her, meeting her in the middle of the foyer.

"Hey!" Lukyan exclaimed, almost losing his balance.

My eyes roamed up and down her body, looking for any sign of injuries. “You okay?”

“Yes, I told you I was fine. You really didn’t have to come all this way.”

“I agree,” Lukyan cut in. “So, why don’t you just leave? Nobody wants you here,” he said, holding the door wide open.

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