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Zyon

I parked the car before the old building at the farthest corner of the abandoned pharma facility that my father previously used to operate his business with drugs.

After taking over the organization, I cut off all ties with Colombian lords, and the area remained empty.

My brothers occasionally used it to play with their toys, but other than that, no one visited this god-forsaken place.

Malin waited for me outside, smoking a cigarette. I had already called the people needed to execute my plan, but they hadn’t arrived yet.

“Where is he?” I asked when I stepped out of my Maserati, inhaling cold night air.

“Chained to a chair inside,” Malin replied calmly, blowing smoke through his nose.

“How did you find him?” I took a cigarette from his box, lit it, and leaned against the wall.

“I received a call.” He smirked, playing with his lighter. “Granny Santangelo will want her reward soon.”

“What?” My brows shot up as I stared at him. “She had information about Chester?”

Malin nodded, shrugging when I cast him another look of disbelief .

“Can you elaborate?” I asked, curiosity eating me alive. Mrs. Santangelo was almost eighty years old, and she refused to be involved in anything mafia-related since her husband and older son died in a shooting with police.

“Diana Santangelo called me to say her grandmother wished to speak with me,” Malin finally revealed, tossing the end of his cigarette into a nearby bush. “When I arrived, the old lady didn’t waste time. She suggested an exchange: Chester for a marriage.”

“Marriage?” I echoed, my voice jumping an octave higher. “Marriage with who?”

“I have no idea.” Malin shrugged, inspecting the two incoming cars. “I agreed without asking for specifics. Even if I had to fuck the granny, I would find out where the bastard was.”

Considering how delicate he was when it came to his sexual partners, the statement gave me chills.

“Bloody hell,” I exhaled, running my hand over my hair, unable to imagine what the fuck Malin consented to.

Lady Santangelo had wanted to tie our families for decades, but we successfully dodged the bullet every time the topic arose.

However, this time, it looked like she would get her way.

Information about Chester’s whereabouts was priceless.

“We need to get Ramzan from prison,” Malin said, watching seven men getting out of two cars. “He’s the closest age to Diana.”

“I don’t think he would want to exchange one prison for another,” I pointed out, knowing too well that our immature youngest brother would never agree to marry someone he had never met. He was raised differently than us and wasn’t taught responsibility toward family.

“He won’t refuse your request,” Malin claimed confidently.

“We’ll deal with it later,” I hissed, refusing to discuss it before witnesses. I left him standing at the entrance, finishing another cigarette, while I went to greet the boys.

“Welcome, Lenny.” I stretched my hand for a shake, nodding toward the others. “Thank you for coming.”

“Your offer is too tempting to be ignored,” Lenny said, squeezing my hand. “What do you need from us? ”

A sinister smile crossed my face. I had prepared for this moment for weeks. The plan of revenge I created would turn Chester’s last days into a living hell.

“Please, follow me.” I pointed at the old metal door guarded by Malin. “I’ll explain everything inside.”

I entered the dark corridor, turning the lights on.

The long hall led us to the spacious, empty arena where Chester sat.

The one intense bulb illuminated him, preventing him from seeing the group of spectators.

His hair covered his eyes, he was completely naked, his mouth was stuffed, and the chains caused bruises around his ankles and wrists.

“I am offering you, Lenny, to erase your two-hundred-thousand-dollar debt in exchange for your services,” I started, smirking when Chester flinched at my voice resonating through the building.

Lenny nodded, his brows furrowing when he looked at the naked man.

“I want you and your boys to fuck him.” I motioned toward Chester, who desperately tugged on the restraints.

Two boys chuckled, and others nodded eagerly, probably thinking it would be an easy job and quick money. All in all, they were male prostitutes. They earned cash by fucking or getting fucked. But Lenny frowned, realizing there was a catch.

“Is that all?” he asked, watching me cautiously.

“Not exactly,” I admitted, walking toward Chester. He squinted his eyes at me, his breathing quickening at the sight of me.

“This man.” I walked around him, grasping his hair roughly and yanking his head back. “Attacked my girl. He beat her so badly, she ended up in the hospital.” Chester tried to break free from my hold, but his efforts were futile.

“He attempted to rape her, too,” I continued, ignoring his snarling and threats he spat at me. “So I want to repay the favor. I think it’s a proper punishment for such an outrageous act, don’t you think?”

The men exchanged looks, but no one said a word. It wasn’t an ordinary request. They were used to craziness in their line of work, but this was different. If someone didn’t keep their mouths shut, they could end up in jail.

Lenny scanned his boys as if assessing them to see if they had the guts to do it.

I advised him to bring those he trusted, but he could still make the mistake of choosing a weak link.

However, the resolute expressions I saw told me they didn’t plan to back out of this.

They busted their asses off to repay me the money they lost on slot machines.

I offered them an easy way out. They would be stupid not to use the opportunity.

“As I said,” I broke the silence, deciding to sweeten the deal. “I’ll erase your debt, and for every day this keeps going, each of you will receive another ten thousand.”

The instant buzz between the men told me they were more than interested.

“You want us to fuck him all day long?” Lenny asked, drifting his gaze between Chester and me. The moral compass of this man was twisted, but I still expected him to object at least a little. However, nothing more than one question came. He only cared about getting rid of his debt.

“You can take a lunch break,” I joked, slapping Chester’s cheek.

He screamed into the gag; his entire body was tense, and pure horror reflected in his eyes.

This was exactly what I wanted, making him white with hysteria.

Everyone in the building knew he wouldn’t survive long, but his last days would also be the longest of his life, full of pain and suffering.

“Do you understand what is being asked of us?” Lenny asked his boys, observing every single one of them. I didn’t want them to kill Chester, but it was possible he would die of the trauma caused by the seven dicks.

“Yeah,” one of them said, chewing a toothpick. “We are going to earn some much-needed cash.”

Others laughed at the remark, no one hesitating to agree with the deal. I smirked, ruffling Chester’s hair and leaning to whisper into his ear.

“Enjoy the ride,” I chirped as if I gave him an early Christmas present. “They will make it last as long as possible.”

A whimper slipped past the gag, making me laugh. I couldn’t help but feel insane happiness spreading inside of me. He deserved everything those men would inflict on him.

“Malin will stay here if you need anything,” I told Lenny on my way out. The boys already started to undress .

“What if he dies?” he asked, nodding toward a screaming Chester, who tossed himself from side to side in a desperate attempt to free himself.

“Then you pull your pants up and get lost,” I replied cynically, leaving the musty place. I would love to stay and watch them break the front line of Chester’s resilience, but my other plans were in motion.

“I can broadcast the video to your phone,” Malin suggested with a devious grin as he followed me as if reading my thoughts.

“Don’t create evidence,” I replied instead of approving, sitting behind the steering wheel. “I’ll check up on him later.”

Malin nodded and closed the car door. I pushed the gas pedal, heading back to the city to meet Gravaldis. He awaited my call, but I would rather deal with it in person. He could pick his reward for helping me get things under control, and then I had to schedule a meeting with the other families.

Ease and contentment flooded my system as I speeded through the highway. Getting Chester was the last piece of a puzzle. His punishment was inevitable. Everyone would hear about it. My people would spread the word, dispersing fear of what would happen to anyone who would dare touch my family.

Stopping the car before Gravaldis’ residence, I adjusted my coat and walked to the front entrance. I couldn’t wait to talk to him and return home. I promised Zara I’d come back soon so she wouldn’t sleep alone.

A security guy opened the door for me, and I entered the hall, heading to put this matter to rest finally.

Gravaldis wanted only one thing: to find the men responsible for his daughter′s suffering, and I already had their names and addresses.

My people would provide the necessary assistance if he needed anything. Case closed.