Clearing my throat, I move a few paces forward, keeping my gaze trained on this fucker the whole time. I don’t even blink.
“Tell me, Yev, where is Vlad,” I demand.
“Fuck you,” he snarls. “I’m not fucking telling you shit. You can go fuck yourselves, all of you.”
That’s it. My patience is gone. I throw one knife into his thigh. He screams, howling like a wild animal trapped in a snare.
A wild animal I would show mercy. I have none for him.
As blood pours from his thigh, Yev looks back at me like he can’t believe what I just did.
Just as he’s about to catch his breath, I throw the second knife into his other leg. Not only does the motherfucker scream louder than before, he pisses himself. Piss trails down his leg and runs onto the floor, pooling around his shoes.
“Fuck, man,” Dominic says with a chuckle, looking at Yev with disgust.
“If you shit yourself, you’re dead,” I tell Yev. “I will put a bullet in your fucking head if I even smell anything more than the stench of your piss.”
My tone and my words are hard, and I get the desired effect when he starts to tremble. From the sneer on his face, though, I know I don’t have him where I need him to be just yet.
“You animal, I will not tell you anything.”
That’s what I thought. I put my hand out, and Tristan passes me two more knives. I send both into Yev’s left arm. He heaves like he’s going to vomit after the screams and cries of agony.
“Ready to talk yet?” I taunt. “We can do this all night. I don’t mind, and neither do my brothers. We’ll be here until you draw your last miserable breath if we have to. Know why? Vlad is an enemy to us. He’s killed our loved ones, and I’m pretty sure he killed my best guy, Pierbo.”
Yev wrenches and the chains clink. He looks like shit and worse for being covered in blood.
“Ready to talk, Yev?” I ask, readying to throw another knife. I’m aiming for his stomach. He sees that and starts sputtering.
“Wait, please… no more,” he wails. More tears seep out of his eyes. “Please. I was just hired to set up some computers for a job. Surveillance. That’s what I do.”
“What kind of job?” I demand, holding the knife out to slice him up.
“Vlad is working with Riccardo Balesteri,” he blurts. My eyes nearly pop out of my head.
“What?”
“Riccardo Balesteri has been working with him. They want to take down the syndicate.”
I look at Tristan because he’s the closest to me, then Dominic. Both look shocked.
“You’re certain of this?” I demand.
“Yes.”
Riccardo wants to take down the syndicate? Holy fuck. What the fuck?
I recall what Jacob said. He mentioned a plan. Vlad was going to come for me when the plan was completed. Fucking Riccardo. They’ve been working together on this plan. A plan to take out the syndicate. I don’t know anybody who’s successfully gone up against the Syndicate and managed to take any of the members out. They’re practically invincible. Then again, so are the Circle of Shadows. No one’s ever en
listed them to take out the Syndicate before.
How the fuck did Riccardo manage to do it? They don’t work with Italians. They’re Bratva.
I push past the shock in my mind and try to focus. I need to get everything I can from this fucker.
“What is he planning?” I ask.
“They’re waiting for some important transaction to take place, then they’ll unleash the plan.”