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Colin laughed sardonically. "Yeah, I do. Shitters busted." He said with a sarcastic grin. "And don't even get me started on the room service."

From a dark corner of the room, Leighton's mildly amused voice interrupted their banter. "Stop fucking playing with him, Little Brother. It stinks down here, so just make him sing already."

There was a slight break in Joey's demeanor as he cast a worried look in the Princess's direction before he shook his head, and the cruel grin reappeared on his face.

"Alright, you heard the man. And you'd better believe you will be singing tonight. Your life depends on it. And this is your one offer to do it the easy way. Or we can do it my favorite way."

"Suck my dick, Innocenti." Colin laughed, his eyes roving around the room. "Or better yet, how about you send that pretty thing hiding behind Dougherty to do it real sloppy the way I like?"

Joey's face contorted in genuine anger as he stood. "The hard way it is, then. Put him on the ground for me, boys."

Rich motioned for me and Leighton to do as Joey asked while the younger Innocenti strolled to the far wall where he stored his tools. I could hear him rummaging around in his things as Colin struggled against us. The man was weak from weeks of starvation and dehydration, but that didn't stop him from putting up a fight. Leighton seemed to know what Joey planned, and he motioned for me to hold Colin while he began securing him to the floor, flat on his back.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when I finally stood and caught sight of Joey. He had a fully caddy bag slung over his shoulder and a toolbox in one hand. With his other hand, he tossed a golf ball to Leighton.

"Hold real still." L cackled when he placed the ball gently on Colin's pursed lips. "Wouldn't want him to miss."

Without another word, we both slipped back to our places along the wall. Joey casually sat the toolbox and caddy bag on the concrete floor by Colin's feet. He made a show of picking through the clubs until he finally selected the wedge. I risked a glance at Victoria, curious how she was handling everything as Joey casually lined himself up like he was on the green.

I expected to find her recoiled into Craig as she watched the scene play out, but I was surprised to find her leaning forward ever so slightly. In the dim lighting, I could see her chest's rapid rise and fall, and how her pupils were blown out didn't look like it was just due to the lack of light. I blinked several times, turning my head back to Joey and Colin. Now wasn't the time to let my mind linger on how her lips parted slightly or how she eyed Joey with acute interest.

"Let's see if my game has improved." Joey said as he drew the club back.

"Fore!" Leighton yelled as Joey brought the club down for a brutal swing. The sound of teeth breaking and Colin's yell of painfilled the basement as the ball fell from his face and bounced uselessly away.

"Damn, looks like I still need some work to make par. Let me try again." He growled, raising the club a second time. He looked downright feral in his anger.

"He needs his jaw to talk, Little Brother," Rich said quickly before he could smash his club into his mouth again.

Joey jerked out a nod and repositioned himself by Colin's knee. He didn't bother placing another golf ball on the man's body as he lined up for the next swing. Bringing the club up, then paused for just a second. Humming slightly to himself, he shifted his feet slightly and brought the wedge down in another brutal blow. Colin yelped in pain.

"Putter." Joey demanded, holding the club out toward us.

Victoria took a small, eager step forward, and my mouth fell open in shock. Craig grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him as Leighton pranced to swap out the clubs for Joey.

"Stay with me, Bunny. Let them work." His voice was barely above a whisper as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.

Rich stared at her, just as stunned as I was. Neither of us seemed to be able to tear our eyes away until the sickening crack of Colin's knee snapping echoed through the basement.

"Ready to talk yet?" Joey crooned. "My game just seems to be getting worse and worse, so might wanna speak up now while you have a chance."

"I don't know about that, Innocenti. Keep practicing and I'm sure your stroke game will improve." Colin spat, blood trailing down the side of his face.

Joey looked up at Rich momentarily, and I caught the second his eyes landed on Victoria. Something in his angry expression shifted, and a feral, hungry look replaced it as a smirk lighted across his face.

Colin rolled his head in our direction, following Joey's gaze. A vicious, blood-stained smile spread across his face. "Your dime piece is looking pretty needy. If you send her over here to ride my cock, I might just find my tongue loose."

Joey ripped his eyes away from Victoria with a rage-filled roar. Colin's comment seemed to have caused something in him to snap. He swung the putter wildly at Colin's prone form, landing blows with little precision. Blow after blow rained down, the sound of the club connecting with bone, creating a symphony of sickening sounds. Colin writhed on the ground, unable to escape the brutal beating, screaming until his body finally went limp.

Joey finally stopped, his entire body heaving with each breath he took. "Talk." He demanded, landing a swift kick to the side of Colin's head.

Colin whimpered in pain, his head lolling to the opposite side as he choked and sputtered on his own blood. I was surprised he was conscious after the way Joey laid into him. One arm had been bludgeoned until the skin had torn away, revealing the muscle and bone beneath. His leg laid at an awkward angle, the knee so far beyond repair that he'd be lucky to walk again if he survived the night.

"Talk. Or I will kill you and find someone who will," Joey growled, dropping onto his haunches beside Colin's head and forcing him to face us.

Colin sucked in a gurgling breath. "Rinaldo." He wheezed painfully. "Someone… sold… your girl… to Rinaldo." He paused to drag in another stuttering breath. "The fire… Supposed to grab…"

Colin's body shuddered with a wracking cough, and blood pooled around his lips.