Chapter 45

“How do you even know where my basement is?” Sol asked as we made our way towards his basement.

“You know I know everything, fratello.” I smirked mischievously at him.

He stopped walking and turned to me, making me stop as well. “What are you up to, sorella? What is this that you want to talk about?”

My smirk immediately fell, replaced with solemnity. “You’ll see.” I replied as I started walking again and he followed suit until we finally arrived in his basement.

The room was dark and I did not intend to switch the light on. I let the moonlight do its work. Franco stood at the corner, waiting for my orders. And in the middle of the room, Dylan Ross sat on the chair with his hands finally tied behind his back. His head bent to his front. He was consciously on and off from all the beatings I did to him back at his apartment.

“Sorella…” Sol began. “Explain.” He spoke calmly but there was curiosity and hint of firmness behind it as he watched the man in question in the center of the