No Mercy

Frank hardly slept at night, tossing and turning uncomfortably in bed. He had never shared a bed with anyone before, so this was completely new to him. In the middle of the night, he turned to the side and saw Leonardo facing him, a gentle smile forming on his face as he noticed Leonardo sleeping with his mouth wide open.

As Frank reached out to touch his face, Leonardo turned around facing away from him. His oversized pants didn't stay in place, unable to keep up with Leonardo's restless sleep and constant movement. Frank could see his entire backside exposed, and he looked at it with desire. A strong desire to grab that man in his bed grew within him, but instead, he simply moved closer and pulled the blanket up over Leonardo's body, an action completely out of character for him.

Annoyed with the situation, Frank walked to the closet and got dressed. He descended the stairs and called Louis, who picked up on the first ring but sounded sleepy.

"Yes, boss."

"I want you here in five minutes."

He hung up the phone and walked outside, where his men were always on standby. They soon noticed that Frank was not in a good mood, and for him to be up at four in the morning, something had definitely happened. They divided themselves among the cars, while Frank got in and waited for Louis, who arrived a few minutes later, running and adjusting his tie around his neck.

"You're late. If you're on duty, I'd be dead in an attack."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Thomas, let's go to the barn."

Thomas drove the car and looked at Louis with a face that said "what the hell happened", but Louis discreetly shook his head.

Once the car stopped at the farm, Frank got out and walked to the barn, accompanied by Louis and two other henchmen. He entered and saw two men hanging, their handstied up. One of them was awake and panicked as soon as he saw Frank arrive. He was well aware of Mr. Gold's reputation as a merciless and cruel man.

"No, please."

Frank approached, looking at the young man, his hands in his pockets and a cold expression on his face.

"I'm only going to ask once. Who ordered this?"

The man was in total despair and froze, unable to even answer.

Frank took a deep breath and turned to a table which contained various torture objects. From the oldest and most predictable to some unimaginable ones. Already impatient, he picked up a chain with a spiked ball at the end. The man watched in panic, and just as he was about to beg Frank not to hurt him, Frank swung his body with the chain floating in the air towards him, hitting his leg. He felt the puncturing of the spikes and screamed in pain. It was excruciating, and when he looked down, he could see that not only were there puncture wounds, but his leg was also fractured below the knee.

"Who ordered this?"

Frank grabbed the man by the hair, forcing him to look into his black eyes.

The man who was tied up next to him woke up and witnessed everything in complete despair.

"I... I don't know. Please, just kill me."

"Wrong answer."

Frank let go of the man's hair and raised the chain again, hitting the man in the ribs. He screamed in pain, and blood dripped onto the floor.

"Let's see if your friend cooperates."

Frank adjusted the chain in his hand and looked at the man next to him, who was so scared that he had urinated in his pants. Frank shook his head disapprovingly.

"Weakling."

"Please, Mr. Gold. I'll talk." said the man in despair.

"It was Vitorino. He ordered your death."

In a swift motion, Frank dropped the chain with the spiked ball on the ground and grabbed his gun, firing two shots at the man, who died immediately.

He looked at the other man who was still alive.

"You could have made it easier."

"Never."

Frank laughed and signaled to his henchmen, who were watching the prisoner closely.

"I want a knife."

He extended his hand, and one of them handed him a golden, pointed knife. Frank approached the man and tore open his shirt, exposing the injured ribs. He ran the tip of the knife across the man's body, causing him to clench his mouth, trying not to scream. After making several deep cuts on the man's body, he threw the knife to the ground.

"Let him bleed to death."

He said so and left the barn again accompanied by Louis and the two henchmen.

"I want Vitorino's head. Capture someone from his family and he will come to me."

He told his men and got into the car. Louis talked, gave orders to the others and got in, sitting in the front seat.

"Take me home, Thomas."

Louis turned to look at Frank, who was undoing his tie.

"Just say it, Louis."

"It's about Mr. Guerrero's father. He's on the farm as requested."

"Great. Don't let Leonardo find out."

"Yes, sir."

Frank leaned his head against the car seat and closed his eyes. He was satisfied to find out who had ordered his murder, but still bothered by Leonardo's situation. He was being so weak that he had never been kind to someone who owed him. He needed to start taking actions.

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