Zavi's pov
I was chained like an animal, beside me stood a table where all the machinery used for torturing were kept.
They've already used it on me, especially the electric weapon.
I was tired, my breathing was slow, and the only thing that mattered was Nora and my babies.
So, those things don't matter, I had done worse. I had known when Alec died, that it was turn by turn, if my life ends now, I'm fulfilled that I have Nora and of course I have my triplets.
The iron door creaked open, making me look up at the door.
Matteo smiled, walking in with his hand behind his back.
I scoffed, he must be feeling proud, proud that he had the Italian boss chained like an animal.
"How do you feel, Mr. Mafia?."
I shook my head, "Matteo," I called softly, my voice very low.
"Don't look at me like that, you've done worse." He spat.
"I know, but maybe this is the only thing you've ever achieved in your life." I mocked him.
His smile disappears from his face. I wheezed coughing up a spray of blood as Matt's fist connected with my jaw.
Pain seared through my jaw, and I felt it crack as sharp, burning streaks flew up my face.
"You're good at masking it up, scream, beg for your life."
I scoffed once more, a smirk playing by the side of my lips, "Beg?."
"I would rather die than beg you, even a bitch won't beg you, you know why, you're a coward who wants to rule by all means. You're a mama boy who doesn't want to step up, you've only been after one bitch all your life, afraid she would take everything from you. The wealth isn't even yours to start with, is that not why you wanted to kill her?."
He frowned, "When did you figure that out?."
"I remembered the paper you handed to Elysia contained your father's statement. Well, in a haste to escape the last time, you forgot the original copy and that's what is keeping you from killing me. You're gonna torture and torture, and torture me until I hand it over. Matteo, keep torturing me till I die. That property isn't yours."
His fist connected with my jaw again, I spat out a chunk of blood, bleeding from my nostrils.
"You wanna die, fine. I would keep on torturing you till you die. I'll still find it myself."
"If you're thinking of attacking my wife, you have it all wrong. You'd be digging your grave."
"Why do you say so?."
I ignored the pain that covered my body.
"You're a failure, you can't win no matter how you try. The funniest part is that a bitch is gonna kill you." I laughed, "You're gonna die under a pussy."
Anger flared up in his eyes as he picked up the picana device, I leaped in my bonds and shouted with all my might. Matt had just put a first electric charge through my body.
A flash of lightning exploded next to my ear and I felt my heart racing in my breast. I struggled, screaming, and stiffened myself until the straps cut into my flesh. All the while the shocks controlled by Matteo's magneto in hand, followed each other without ceasing to the same rhythm.
Matteo burst out laughing, enjoying my screams but I didn't beg,
"Tell me, would you die or live?." He questioned.
I laughed.
"You still have the gut to laugh, huh? Every time you do that, I’ll give you a packet!"
And as I was continuing to scream he hissed "My God. You're so noisy!." He turned and pick my shirt, and forced it into my mouth, after which the torture continued.
I bit the material between my teeth with all my might and almost found some relief.
Suddenly I felt as if a savage beast had torn the flesh from my body. Still smiling above me, Matteo had attached
the pincer to my testicles. The shocks going through me were so strong that the straps holding me to the board came loose. He stopped to tie them again and we continued.
***
Nora's pov.
Our car stopped by the roadside, and we all began leaving the cars, my eyes scanning the environment. I pressed the airpod, I ordered my men to stay there while the first batch went into the woods.
I turned to Irene, she wasn't going to join us, she had her work in the truck, directing us to where the gang house was.
I grabbed my dad by his collar and pushed him to our front, "Lead the way, step-dad."
He obeyed without hesitation and began moving ahead of us. I, Andrea, and William followed him up as others joined. Our hands were by our trigger, waiting to shoot any fucker.
We surrounded this old factory building, everyone hiding by the bush that surrounded it.
"Cool, Nora, there are eight men at the top of the building, 12 guarding the fence, and 16 in every window."
I grabbed my walkie-talkie up, "Okay guys. We are here, shoot any fucker down and spare only Janie and the other guy." I said into the intercom. "Let's spread death, together."
I strapped an Ar-15 assault rifle across my chest, my protruding stomach bouncing up, I couldn't bend, so I gave Andrea two knives to slide them into my boots.
We went over, my men bringing down the gate as they ran in, shooting in the air.
My focus was on going in, my guns in my hand, Will held my step-dad closer, mostly pointing his gun at him, he knew rather than mess with me, I'm not the Vanora he used to know.
A man lunged at me, and Andrea shot him in the head instantly, with no show of remorse.
There were dozens of men by the door. I exhaled, throwing the short gun to Andrea as I rammed my hand at the trigger of the rifle and unleashed a hellfire of bullets at them.
I breathed hard, my breath icy in my lungs as I fired the last shot, my bullet slicing into the man's skull. He dropped to the ground, blood pouring from his lifeless body.
I hissed loudly as I felt a thud in my abdomen. I needed rest but I wasn't going to stop.
"Nora, are you okay?."
A very worried Andrea asked me.
I smiled, "I'm fine." I told her as we went into the factory. My eyes searched everywhere for my husband.
Bullets were fired at us and we took cover behind the irons immediately.
"Bitches." I cussed.
"Let me take care of that," Andrea smirked and threw a smoke bomb at them. She cocked her gun, shooting rapidly in the air.
All Romanos are badasses.
She finished and looked at me, "Come on."
I smiled and stepped out.