“How did you find out?” he spat, defiant even in his agony.
“You thought you could outsmart me? You’ve grown cocky, you little shit! Let me remind you how I took over this family.” Without warning, I shot his other knee. Julio howled in pain again.
“Talk! What are Talia and Marco planning?”
Julio sneered, blood dripping from his mouth. “Why does it matter? You’re gonna die either way, bitch!” he spat, his defiance burning bright.
I chuckled, leaning in close. “That’s the funny thing, Julio—I already did.” My grin turned devilish as I snapped my fingers, and a chair was brought in while the others bound him tight.
“Make him sing,” I ordered, lighting a cigarette and watching with cold satisfaction.
They tortured Julio relentlessly, prying out every twisted detail of the plot. The plan was almost laughably simple—I felt like a fool for being played by these idiots. The goal was to destroy the fragile peace between our families and push Dominic and me to each other’s throats, while they seized power from the shadows. Julio was to play his part on my side, waiting to become the new godfather after my downfall, while Talia and Marco ruled from above.
“Pathetic!” I scoffed, cocking the gun to his head.
“You can’t kill me! They’ll send in their men if they don’t hear from me in the next few hours!” Julio bargained desperately.
I chuckled, “So what?” firing bullets into his head.
