Zeno on the other hand, had something to deal with first, and that something was Frankie… Frankie Carbone. The one who dared to lay his hand on his Luna. Edoardo had told him make sure the man suffered a fate worse than death. And he was going to do just that.
Marco had dropped the beast of a man over at Zeno's mansion, and had taken Lorenzo to his own. They'd deal with them separately.
Locked in a place that looked like the dungeons in historical movies, Frankie cursed and swore in rage, as he was chained to some kind of mechanism, hands chained together, legs chained separately. And except for the steel helmet they had placed on his head, he was stripped naked. Completely naked.
The creaking sound of the steel door being opened silenced all his screams. As he walked in. The blue in his eyes sparking a certain kind of fiery anger.
