The drive to Enzo’s torture chamber was silent, the atmosphere in the car thick with tension. Enzo’s facility was tucked away on the outskirts of the city, a discreet, heavily secured building that served as both a safe house and an interrogation site. As they arrived, Enzo’s men stood waiting outside, their faces grim.
Inside, the air was colder, the stark concrete walls and dim lighting giving the space an ominous feel. The captive sat tied to a chair in the center of the room, his face already bruised from the scuffle it had taken to bring him in. He glared at them as they entered, his defiance evident despite his situation.
Milan’s icy gaze locked onto the man. “Who are you working for?” he asked, his tone calm but laced with menace.
The man spat onto the floor, a smirk curling his lips. “You already know who.”
Enzo stepped forward, his expression dark. “Vivienne doesn’t pay you enough to keep quiet. Start talking, or this will get very uncomfortable for you.”
The man laughed bitterly. “You think I’m afraid of you? You don’t scare me.”
Thiago leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. “That’s cute,” he said, his tone almost amused. “But let’s see how long that lasts.”
Enzo’s men stood ready, their presence adding to the tension. Milan circled the chair slowly, his calm demeanor more intimidating than any threat. “Here’s how this is going to go,” he said. “You’re going to tell us where Vivienne is and what she’s planning. If you don’t, well… let’s just say Enzo has a way of getting what he wants.”
The captive’s smirk faltered slightly, but he remained silent. Enzo walked over to a nearby table, picking up a small tool that glinted under the dim light. “This is your last chance,” he said, his voice low and cold. “Talk.”
The man’s bravado cracked, sweat beading on his forehead. “Alright, alright!” he finally said, his voice trembling. “Vivienne’s been working out of a warehouse by the docks. She’s planning something big, but I don’t know all the details. I swear.”
Milan exchanged a glance with Enzo, a silent understanding passing between them. “What’s she planning?” Milan asked, his tone sharp.
“I don’t know!” the man insisted. “I’m just supposed to follow orders. She’s been meeting with someone powerful, but I don’t know who.”
Enzo’s jaw tightened, but he nodded to his men. “Keep him here. We’ll deal with him later.”
As they left the chamber, Milan turned to Enzo. “We have a lead. Let’s move quickly before she knows we’re coming.”
Thiago nodded, his face set with determination. “If she’s planning something big, we can’t afford to waste time.”