Feliciano's eyes narrowed and he spat.
"Have the traitorous bastard sent to main headquarters. You can bang them up some if you like." With that, he angrily went back upstairs. Ludwig stood awkwardly in the doorway, waiting for him to return while the man watched him. He sighed in relief when Feliciano returned, this time wearing a black suit. Looking straight ahead, he began walking towards the door.
"Let's go." Ludwig began to follow after him and the man. Outside, a small black car awaited and Feliciano slid into the back, the man getting into the driver's seat. The drive was tense and quiet. Ludwig inwardly sighed in relief when they finally reached the headquarters. They silently filed out of the car and into the building, the atmosphere unsettling. The man led them to a door which led to a small room. Inside, a bruised and bloody man was on his knees, his hands cuffed behind him, a man on each side. He looked up as they walked in, smirking as he saw Feliciano. Ludwig watched as Feliciano's face somehow grew even colder at the site of the man.
"Francesco," Feliciano stated, looking down at him. Francesco grinned.
"If it isn't our boss, the little crosdresser." Feliciano said nothing, simply standing there. Francesco's smile slowly withered in the silence, now beginnning to sweat profusely.
"I won't tell you who I was sorking for, you know. Even if you make that German dick torture-" Francesco was interrupted by Feliciano's foot to his face. He fell onto his back and slid a few feet from the power behind the kick. One of the men beside him helped him back onto his knees. Once he was back up, he spit out a bloody tooth before he smirked.
"Nice kick, bitch." Feliciano turned towards the man beside him and muttered something into his ear. When he was done, he pointed at Ludwig and gestured at him to follow as he left. Ludwig quickly went after him.
"What are you going to do with him," he asked. Feliciano said nothing, so he repeated his question. Feliciano quickly turned around.
"I'm going to do what I have to do as a leader," he growled, his eyes narrowed into a glare. Ludwig narrowed his own eyes in response grabbing Feliciano's arm and pulling him closer.
"And does that involve killing someone?" Feliciano frowned and pulled himself out of his grasp.
"It does if that's what it takes to stay on top." Ludwig looked away.
"I think I should just go home." Feliciano's face became blank.
"Come back tomorrow for a meeting." Ludwig, unable to think of a response, simply nodded and turned away, heading towards the now familiar exit. Once he was out, he turned direction of his home. He sighed as he walked back to his home thinking about everything that had happened these past few days. Before he knew it, he was home. As he was walking to his room, he saw that his house phone was blinking, indicating that he had a message. He quickly pressed the button and listened. Ludwig's initial surprise at the message being in german was quickly swept away by his shock.
"Hello, Mr. Beilschmidt. This is Dr. Sampson speaking. I'm sorry to say this, but your brother is in even worse condition. We suggest you come before...it's too late to say goodbye."
