He starts unbuttoning his sleeves, one arm at a time, while taking slow steps towards the man tied up in the chair, still squirming. He rolls the sleeves up his arms slowly and walked towards the table at the right end of the room

The man on the chair could barely see what he was doing "Lucas, what do you have for me"? He asked, his deep voice resounding in the room. He could hear the man struggling to speak and shaking the chair violently, as he took his sweet time pick out a torture item. Which should he go for? The chains? No, that's gonna be very messy and he didn't want to ruin the white shirt he was wearing.

Or should he just use the knives to cut out parts of his body until he bled out? That's also very messy and unorthodox.

His eyes rested on a very particular item and he smirked. Just perfect, he picked it up and examined it. He took out the long wires and pulled it with him until he stopped in front of the man, he could see the fear in his eyes, and he thrived on that fear.

"See Lucas" he started, taking one end of the wire and fixing it on the temple of the man "I'm a very busy person" he goes on and does the same with the other wire, making sure both ends of the wire stuck pretty well. "I don't like wasting time on things that don't matter, and you my dear friend better have something important to say to me, because you wouldn't want me to get angry, trust me" he muttered before standing up straight and facing the man on the chair.

He watched as the man shakes and his eyes pleaded for mercy but he was never one to give mercy to anyone.

"I'm gonna ask you again Lucas, what do you have for me"? He said making the man swallow and try to talk but the gag was not letting him, instead all that could be heard were muffled sounds "Oh your gag" he muttered before pulling the rag off his mouth, the man coughed and gasped for air for a while before breathing hard and looking at Spade

"I didn't.... I didn't do it" he managed to whisper out still coughing

"Oh but you see, you did it, and there's proof too, there's no point covering up for those who sent you, just give me their names and I'll make your death less painful" he said looking at the man, he just shook his head violently

"No one sent me, I didn't do it" the man repeated and Spade just nodded.

"Okay" he muttered before turning around and walking towards the table "I gave you a choice Lucas even after knowing the truth, and you still chose to lie" he rasped, putting his hands on the dial connected to the wire, he turned it and electricity moved from the dial, down to the wires and straight to the man's body, making him jolt and shake violently in the chair.

Spade watched him as he screamed and thrashed in the chair, after a while of hearing the agonizing sound of the man, he turned off the machine. He walked back to where the man was, he was panting and breathless.

His whole face was covered in sweat as his eyes was almost closing. Spade squatted to his eyes level and gripped his face so he could look at him very well

"Who sent you Lucas, it's easy, just give me their names, protecting them is not gonna help you" he muttered and the man coughed

"I'm not protecting anyone, I've already told the truth, I was at the dock as planned waiting with the shipment and all of a sudden, some men jumped me and when I woke up everything was gone" he groaned out shutting his eyes

Spade tsk and stood up turning his back on Lucas. "You are one of my best men Lucas, that was why I put you in charge of the shipment because I knew you could handle it" he said before turning around again to face him "you think I'll believe the story that some men jumped you? The almighty Lucas" he muttered, before shaking his head and walking back towards the table. "I tried to avoid this Lucas" he muttered picking up the next torture item on the table and examining it.

He turned and faced Lucas, his eyes widened upon seeing the weapon in Spade's hands, he swallowed and squirmed

"You're afraid"? Spade asked taking small menacing steps towards his chair, he nodded. "Good, you should be" he muttered dangerously low, walking around the chair and stopped behind him, he leaned close to his ears, his breath fanning the man's ear. "We're gonna play a little game right now" he paused and stood up walking towards the front, letting the light iluminate his face "I'm gonna ask you one last time to just give me their names, and if you refuse, well we'll find out" he smirked at the last part. "Why did you fuck me over Lucas"? He asked and the man just shook his head, his eyes drifting from Spade's eyes to the weapon in his hands, he relished in the fear in Luca's eyes.

He moved the weapon up and in one swift move he chopped off his finger, making the man scream out loud, Spade just stood watching him as he writhed in pains, watching the blood sprout out of the freshly cut out finger In his hands.

He looked at his hand, at the finger he just cut out, he examined it closely as if it was a piece of art, before walking towards the table and dropping it there.

"I'm only going to ask you nine more times Lucas, and it won't be pleasant for you" he spat at him, irritation lacing his voice.

His hands were covered in blood, he walked back to where Lucas was tied down, he was breathless and sweating profusely, his eyes were red and bloodshot

"Who are you working for"? He muttered and Lucas shook his head, unable to talk as he was losing blood. Spade examined the knife in his hand closely before holding another finger from Luca's other hand.

He slowly started cutting it, hearing the squishing sounds of the skin being ripped open and the screams coming from Luca's, only fueled him to go deeper.

He could feel his knife cutting through being and bones as he cut deeper, he was enjoying this. His hand was already soaking with blood from the cut, warm liquid trickled down his hands.

His eyes were trained on the screaming Lucas, as he cut through his finger, he watched him in pain, agonizing pain. He liked it.

He pulled the finger off with so much force, he felt it rip from the flesh, a single flesh was hanging from the finger in Spade's hand.

He just stared at it for a while before taking the finger back to the table, a spec of blood had touched his shirt. He hissed before turning around and facing Lucas.

"You've stained my shirt Lucas" he muttered before turning around and taking the bottle on the table and a small towel. He opened the bottle and brought it up and took a sniff of it. Very strong

He poured some of it on the towel in his hands, making sure none of it touched his hands. "What are we gonna do about that"? He asked walking towards the almost passed out man in the chair.

He stopped in front of him and grabbed his face straight, he looked into his eyes. "You're very stubborn Lucas" he whispered before shoving the cloth into his mouth, he struggled and tried to get out of Spade's grip, but he couldn't. He successfully shoved the cloth until it was completely lost inside his mouth before letting him go. Lucas choked and gagged trying to breathe through his nose, he could only muffle out in pain and discomfort.

Spade heard the door to the basement open, he just sighed out not bothering to look at who just walked in. He just watched the man in front of him struggle to breathe and spit out the cloth but getting nowhere.

"What Matteo" he muttered to whoever just walked in.

"Damn Spade, you really are brutal with these kind of things" he muttered grimacing at the man tied up in the chair, writhing in pain "I wouldn't wanna be that guy" he added

Spade just sighed out "what do you want Matteo"? He asked

"Yeah right, That Miller kid, came looking for you" he muttered nonchalantly, making Spade to turn to face him immediately his ears heard the name.

"What did you say"? He asked trying to contain his amusement and somewhat excitement

"The Miller kid, the same one you asked me to get information on, he came by the club looking for you" he muttered facing Spade.

Spade quickly checked his wristwatch and saw that it was fifteen minutes past 4. He lost track of time while torturing Lucas down here

"Where is he now"? He asked

"Still at the club, I called to inform you but obviously you lost your phone again" he muttered before walking towards the tied man on the chair and examining him, his face scrunch up in disgust at the blood.

"And you left him there"? Spade asked.

"How do you deal with so much blood and you don't pass out"? Matteo asked looking at the chopped of fingers of Lucas, making gagging sounds. Spade just rolled his eyes, Matteo got up and his eyes met with Spade. "Oh right, about that, I left him with Scarlett" he quickly added walking away from the middle of the room.

Spade just let out a deep breath and drew out a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning off the blood on his hands.

He just turned towards the door and walked out leaving Matteo in the basement with the man who had already passed out in the chair, he'd remain that way until he returned back from where he was going.

As he walked back to his car, he kept thinking about who was waiting for him at the club. There was no time to go home and change into fresh clothes, he'd just have to go like this. So he actually showed up, he thought he wouldn't come. If it were him, Spade, he wouldn't go. Of course no one would be stupid enough to ask him to apologise for anything, even if he was wrong.

He kept thinking about what would happen if he got there, especially since he was running late. Surely the young man wouldn't be able to complain, he was at his Mercy.

He wanted to know what he would say while apologising. The thought kind of excited Spade a bit, it made him eager, eager to see the reaction on his face. If he successfully made him do this, then surely he won't be a problem in the future.

Maybe he should have let him wait longer, like an extra day. Spade thought of just canceling and going home, but he kicked against it

He didn't have enough time on his hands, the earlier he gets this over with, the better. He didn't have the luxury to be playing games with the young man.

He just lost a shipment to unknown men, one of his own fucked him over, betrayed him and gave valuable information to another mafia, and they stole his shipment of drugs worth millions.

Lucas had worked with him since he became Capone, he didn't trust him, actually he doesn't trust anyone, but he didn't think he could betray him like this.

It must have taken a lot of guts and probably a lot of money to get Lucas to betray him like that. All he needed now was to know the names of those who took his shipment.

He needed to teach them a lesson, one they wouldn't forget in a hurry

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