Chapter 300
King of the Underworld
Chapter Three Hundred
Adrik
âIâm guessing thatâs how you got past Sephie. If you believe a lie enough, it appears to everyone else that youâre telling the truth,â Ivan said. âYou honestly believe everything you say because youâre too st*pid to know
better.â
Armando turned to look at Ivan, a slow smile creeping across his bruised face. âNo, I got past her because I was overly nice to her. Damaged ones like her cling to nice. Like theyâre trying to prove to themselves that the world isnât all bad. I could tell she was damaged right away. As soon as Anthony and the other bossâs sons started to treat her like a wh*re, she took it and never said a word. Sheâd been conditioned.â
Ivan backhanded Armando. âWhen are you going to learn that sheâs not damaged?â he said. His anger clearly. visible.
âSheâs damaged. But I bet sheâs amazing in bed. Damaged ones always are,â Armando said. This time, it was my fist that connected to his stomach. He coughed, but didnât stop smiling. âI knew it. Thatâs my one regret. That I couldnât f**k her before you got to her. Is it true that redheads are better in bed? Iâve never had a redhead. I always wondered if that was true.â
âYou wouldnât have been able to sleep with her regardless of whether I showed back up or not,â I said. I knew he was trying to provoke my anger. I wasnât going to let him.
âOh, thatâs where youâre wrong. She would talk to me after the meetings. I knew plenty about her before you showed up,â he said.
âAnd you donât think she was smart enough to lie to your face about everything she told you?â I asked.
He stopped for a moment, clearly confused at that possibility. âYou didnât get as far past her as you think you did, Armando Rossi.â As soon as I said his real name, he flinched.
âDidnât know we knew about that, did you?â Stephen said. Armando stayed quiet. What had clearly been bravado when we first came into the room was now turning into fear about what else we knew.
âSephie asked you who had been pulling your strings. You never answered her, but you told her everything she needed to know,â I said. âDoes Ricardo tell you when you can eat and sleep, too? Or just everything about business?â I paused, to see if he was going to respond. When he stayed quiet, I continued. âI started to suspect something was off with you when we were in Italy. No one can be as oblivious as you were about simple observations. For someone who is as successful as you are, you really had no clue what was going on or how to solve problems. Thatâs when I started to suspect there was something more to you.â
âThatâs when you went back on the funding from the Naples project,â Armando said, piecing things together in his own mind.
âWhy would I want to help fund a project with someone as inept as you in charge?â I asked. âNow, however, I realize that you were just trying to get me on projects that would tie me to Ricardo and Lorenzo. You think you couldâve controlled me by tying me to them, the same way theyâve been controlling you for years? You clearly donât remember who I am.â
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âYouâre not so different from me. You were just born into a better family than I was. Weâve both done things weâre not proud of, but we had to do them to survive. Why should I have to suffer because I was born into a poor family? I did what I had to do. Youâre no different,â Armando said.
âYouâd like to think weâre not different, but thatâs where youâre wrong. It makes you feel better to think that youâre more like me. It probably helps you sleep at night to think youâre like me,â I said, rolling up my sleeves as I was talking. âMe? I have no trouble sleeping at night.â I looked down at Armando, who was beginning to look worried as he watched me and listened to my words. âWould you like to know how I have no trouble sleeping at night?â I asked. I stood in front of him, my hands now in my pockets.
âBecause every single person. Iâve killed deserved it beyond a shadow of a doubt,â I said as my fist connected with his jaw. âYou think Iâm weak because I wait to act, unlike my father. I watch. I observe. I collect information. Then I pass judgment. And itâs devastating. More devastating than the chaos my father would unleash. History will not remember you. Not as Armando Petrucci and not as Armando Rossi. It will be like you never existed.â I punched him in his stomach once more. I couldnât get the image of Sephie with her hands tied behind her back in that room, with Armando standing in front of her out of my head. Iâd seen the chains bolted to the floor, even though she was free of them, I knew heâd had her chained while he beat her. It was the only way he would be able to deliver that much damage without her defending herself. Iâd seen the bruises on her ankles.
Armando coughed a few times as I punched him again. I stopped to let him catch his breath. I wanted to see what he would tell us about Ricardo and Lorenzo before I killed him. âWhat does Ricardo have over you? Is it his money youâve been using all these years?â I asked. Armando stayed quiet as I walked away from him. I needed to put distance between us or I wasnât going to stop. I stood and watched him as he tried to think through his options. âTheyâre not coming to save you. They donât care about you. Theyâve been using you to get what they want your entire life. Youâre just a pawn,â I said. As I said that, he looked up at me. Got you.
I stood in silence for a moment longer, giving him the chance to speak. When he remained quiet, I laughed. âYou really think theyâre coming to save you? Sephie was right. You really are that dumb.â
The mention of Sephie thinking Armando was st*pid was enough to get a reaction from him. He tried to get free from the chair he was strapped to, but to no avail.
âOh, somebody doesnât like it when a girl thinks heâs st*pid,â Stephen said, looking at Ivan. âWhat do you think, Ivan? Mommy issues?â
âDefinite mommy issues,â Ivan said. He took a step closer to Armando, bending down to look him in the eye. âWhatâs wrong, Armando? Did Mommy not breast feed you?â Armando spit on Ivan, but didnât say a word. Ivan just laughed, wiped it off and wiped it back on Armando. âMommy definitely didnât teach you manners,â he said, walking away from Armando.