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CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
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“So, in summary... You want me to capture and bring you a woman you didn't know before this year began, but then kill your son, huh?”Don Fabrizio took a deep breath and then exhaled as she asked him this; he had never looked at it this way. But, even hearing her out to him so bluntly was not going to change his mind about what he'd decided to do.“Yes... Yes, kill my son and bring me the woman..”The woman before him puffed a tremendous amount of smoke out of her mouth after taking a long, deep drag from the cigarette in her hand and then said:“You're a sick man..”Aylla Pedro, the woman who was sitting across from him as they sat in this abandoned and cordoned-off building, was a thirty-three-year-old woman who led a group of rebels known as 'Les Latinas De La Muerte’ which accepted only females into their group, females who were tired of being ruled by men, who wanted to carve a path to success for themselves and who didn't mind getting their hands stained with blood in the proces
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“Where is she, you traitorous bastard?”The stony silence from Gio further incensed Don Fabrizio and caused him to nod his head towards the man with the whip, and this enforcer duly thrashed down on Gio's back with the nail-embedded whip.“Arrghhhhhh!!!”The screams from Gio's lips filled the room as he felt his flesh being ripped into by the nails and thumbtacks that had been strategically fitted into the whip to make each stroke ten times as painful as it would have been with an ordinary whip.He was chained, his two hands high above his head, and his legs just above the ground, making it very difficult for him to breathe and increase the pain because his frame was overstretched.He had been whipped well over a hundred times, and his bloodied back was a testament to this.This torture had gone on for the past three hours, and it had continued because Gio had refused to disclose Mercedes’ location.“Why do you punish yourself so much, boy? This is a woman that means nothing to you! S
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