Free Glazov's Legacy (Born Bratva Book 2) by Suzanne Steele

engine to see what his car can do. Thankfully, the road is clear of traffic, so the ride to the warehouse is over quickly.
    The warehouse is close to the Dauntless MC’s compound, and they keep an eye on things when we aren’t around. I deal guns to them, and they have become close allies in the business.
    Our Shestyorkas have already safely delivered the arms to the warehouse in New York and set up the hidden surveillance. Now, we only have the task of climbing up the stairs to the warehouse attic. We have set up quite the man cave here in Louisville. Normally, it serves as a great place for us to unwind, somewhere we can relax and, perhaps, play a few games of poker. The downstairs area is usually where we bring an enemy that needs a little extra incentive to talk. Many of my men like watching these interrogations, so we started adding on to the man cave. It now has a big screen TV to watch boxing matches, plenty of vodka on hand, and enough lounge space to just shoot the shit between torture sessions. It’s a system I use: torture, rest, and repeat.
    Some sessions have been known to last for days. This enables me to implement other techniques that enhance the victim’s pain and suffering. Things like sleep depravation and hunger are very effective tools in breaking down a person’s will to remain silent. It can take days to achieve the perfect concoction, and it’s specific to each individual. Many of the prisoners I abduct for Intel are trained soldiers for my opposition. There is no sense in my boys not having the comforts of home while an enemy is being detained. I want my Bykis to have a nice place to stay when they have bodyguard duty at the warehouse, and the attic comes in handy for just that. It is a huge area, complete with sleeping quarters, a game room, and an office area with state of the art electronics, surveillance, and computers.
    When Novak and I finally get to the top of the stairs, we are like two kids going to the movie theater. Maybe we will get that popcorn…

Glazov
    Soon after Novak and I get situated for the live feed, the show starts on the big screen we have connected to the computer. I watch as a member of the IRA, one of our biggest competitors, enters and addresses Antonio Wayne. The moment I see Antonio’s face on the screen, it is evident to me that he enjoys a good mind fuck. Silence is a powerful tool when used to instill fear, and he has mastered it.
    Aedan O’Hara panics when he realizes there will be no gun trade. I watch as another man comes into view, and I assume he is the one responsible for arranging this little setup.
    We watch as Antonio has the man stripped down to his underwear and tied up, and then we wait for the torture to begin. I have to say, I am surprised when he doesn’t start with cutting off a limb as his reputation suggested he would. Instead, he slowly and methodically inflicts tiny paper cuts all over the man’s body. Mesmerized, we sit and listen as Antonio talks, and it feels like he is addressing us directly.
    Many people think salt is an irritant to an open wound, and while this is true…
    We watch as he makes a salt paste and painstakingly rubs it into each and every paper cut. He continues to speak as he works.
    While this is true, when it is mixed with lemon juice, it’s just about fucking unbearable, even for the strongest of men. I enjoy control, Aedan, and right now, you are a man being subjected to my sadistic dominance. You really shouldn’t have kidnapped Damon’s woman…
    “Let’s get out of here, man. It looks like that motherfucker could be torturing that guy for hours, and I need to get some work done today.”
    “Hey, this is work. We just learned some new ways to torture people,” Novak argues but still follows me out.
    We make our way back out to the car and start heading down River Road. When we hit the underpass at Jefferson Street, I see one of the gamblers who’s been avoiding my men just sitting at a gas station. He owes