"Yes," Vito says, moving next to Giovanni and it's only then that I see the figure kneeling before them.
His head is bowed, but I can still see that welts and bruises line his pale skin. His breathing is uneven and when he looks up at me, I see nothing but fear in his eyes. His hands are chained behind him.
Vito moves in front of him, blocking my gaze as he pulls on a pair of black gloves. He leans forward. "Anthony, I'm sad that we have to meet like this again."
"I'm not," Maximo dips in, earning him a glare from Vito before he looks back at the man.
"But this can be over nice and quick. All you have to do is tell us who your supplier is."
They've brought me to an interrogation, I realize.
And if I thought that Vito was safer than the rest, it quickly becomes apparent that he isn't. He works slowly with soft words and vague threats, in a way that has you opening up because you think he's safe.
The same way I did in the car.
"It's the seven quad gang." The man finally says, looking up at Vito with hope in his eyes.
Vito nods. "Thank you," he says, taking the gloves off as he steps back. He shoves the gloves into his back pocket.
I breathe a breath of air now that it's over.
I mean, I don't understand why they brought me here but-
My thoughts cut off as Maximo placed the barrel of his gun right up against the man's head and squeezes the trigger.
The shot is loud, the body hitting the ground a soft thump, and the sound of my mind breaking... well, it's the loudest.
They didn't bring me to an interrogation.
They brought me to an execution.