OWNED BY THE MAFIA: His Obsession & His Downfall

Chapter 11

DANTE

The room was quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing.

Three men were tied to metal chairs in the middle of the basement.

Blood stained the concrete floor beneath them.

I stood by the table, slowly removing my gloves.

None of them dared to look at me.

They had tried to kill me two nights ago, now they were shaking like frightened animals.

I pulled out the chair across from them and sat down calmly.

My men stood behind me in silence.

“I’m going to ask this once,” I said, my voice echoed softly in the cold room. “Who sent you?”

The room stayed silent.

None of them answered.

The man in the middle kept his eyes on the floor like he was hoping the ground would open up and swallow him.

The one on the left was breathing so hard his chest kept rising and falling.

The third man tried to look brave, but the sweat running down the side of his face betrayed him.

I watched them for a few seconds, then I smiled.

Slowly, I stretched out my hand to the side without looking back.

Matteo was already standing behind me.

He placed a fresh black glove in my hand and then a pair of pliers.

I slid the glove onto my hand calmly and adjusted the fingers.

The metal tool felt cold and heavy in my palm.

My smile didn’t leave my face as I looked at them again.

“Well then,” I said lightly. “We’re going to play a game.”

None of them moved.

Their eyes slowly lifted to me.

“It’s a simple one,” I continued, leaning back slightly in the chair.

“It’s about who talks first or who dies first.”

The man on the right started shaking his head quickly. “I don’t know anything,” he said in a weak voice.

I tilted my head slightly.

“That’s unfortunate.”

I stood up slowly and walked toward the first man.

He started breathing faster the moment I stopped in front of him.

“Please,” he muttered.

I grabbed his hand before he could pull it away. The pliers closed around one of his fingers.

His eyes widened.

Then a loud scream filled the basement.

The sound echoed against the concrete walls.

I pulled the tool away calmly and dropped what I held onto the floor beside him.

Blood dripped down his hand as he cried out in pain.

The other two men looked away immediately.

I crouched down in front of him.

“Still nothing?” I asked softly.

He shook his head wildly, tears running down his face.

I sighed and stood up again.

“Your loyalty is admirable,” I said.

Then I moved to the second man.

He started begging before I even touched him.

“I swear I don’t know anything,” he cried.

I grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open.

The pliers pressed against one of his teeth.

His scream came out muffled as the tool tightened.

A sharp cracking sound filled the room.

Matteo didn’t move behind me.

None of my men did.

They were used to this.

The second man slumped in his chair, crying and gasping for breath.

I wiped the tool slowly on a cloth that was sitting on the table.

Then I walked toward the third man.

He looked at the other two and then back at me.

Fear filled his eyes.

I stopped right in front of him.

“Last chance,” I said calmly.

“Who sent you?”

The man stayed quiet.

For a few seconds the room was filled with nothing but his shaky breathing.

His whole body trembled against the chair, but his lips stayed tightly shut.

I watched him for a moment.

Then I grabbed his hand.

The pliers closed around one of his fingers.

He let out a loud scream as I pulled.

His body jerked violently against the ropes that held him down.

I dropped what I pulled onto the floor like it meant nothing.

The man cried out, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to breathe.

I calmly adjusted the grip on the pliers again.

Then I grabbed another finger.

His eyes widened when he realized what I was about to do.

I started pulling again.

“Wait!” he suddenly shouted.

His voice cracked in fear.

“Marco!”

The name echoed slightly in the basement.

For a moment the room went quiet again.

Then I chuckled softly.

“Marco?” I repeated with amusement.

I looked at him and shook my head slowly.

“Look at that,” I said with a small laugh. “All that screaming just to end up talking anyway.”

I straightened up and dropped the pliers onto the table.

The metal made a small clanging sound when it hit the surface.

“p***y,” I muttered under my breath.

Then I glanced over my shoulder. “Tony.”

Tony stepped forward immediately.

“Yes, boss.”

“Track him,” I said simply. “I want to know where he is.”

Tony nodded with a small smile. “Right away.”

I reached for the gun resting on the table.

The cold weight of it felt familiar in my hand.

The three men started panicking the moment they saw it.

“Please!” one of them cried.

Another started shaking his head desperately.

But it was already too late.

Three quick shots echoed through the basement.

One. Two. Three.

Their bodies went still in their chairs.

The room fell quiet again.