Chapter 3 - The Interrogation
The warehouse basement smelled of damp concrete, old iron, and sheer terror.
Marco was tied to a heavy steel chair directly under a single, harsh lightbulb.
Tony stood in the corner, cleaning his fingernails with a switchblade while we waited for Marco to start talking.
Bruno sat right at my side, his golden eyes locked onto the man he had correctly identified as a monster.
"You have one chance to make this quick, Marco," I said, pulling up a wooden crate and sitting in front of him.
"Tell me everything you gave the Petrovs, and tell me what they are planning."
Marco spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the floor in defeat.
"They are making a move tonight, Boss," he confessed weakly.
"I gave them the security codes to the downtown club, the one where you usually hold your Friday meetings."
"They are sending a hit squad at midnight to wipe out you and the entire inner circle."
I looked at my gold watch, noting that it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
We had exactly two hours before a Russian death squad walked right through the front doors of my most profitable business.
"How many men are they sending?" Tony asked from the shadows, stepping forward with his blade.
"Twenty," Marco sobbed, shaking violently against the ropes.
"Heavily armed, wearing body armor, led by Viktor Petrov himself."
I stood up slowly, looking down at the man I had trusted with my empire and my life.
"You traded a child's life for money, and you traded my life for power," I said coldly.
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"Tony, finish this."
I turned and walked up the concrete stairs with Bruno following closely behind me, not looking back when Marco began to scream.
