Standing in the darkened part of the room was Jack, accompanied by the silhouettes of three others. The blade in the racer's hand glimmered in the dull glow of a banged-up, old work-light while he picked at the dirt beneath his fingernails with its sharp tip, his eyes cold and calculating on their prisoner; Marco Vialli. The blood that the uncooperative prick had spit up earlier from Drew's brutal beating had begun to run down the Italian's chin and slowly progressed to his neck and the collar of his stained shirt even as the man squirmed a bit in the chair, flexing against the wire cuffs that tied him down. He muttered something in his native tongue, sending hateful glares towards the American.

"Hate to break it to you, amico mio, but I'm not fluent in Italian. You're gonna have to put that in English for me. And don't play stupid. I know you speak English."

The Italian jerked his head up fully and glared at Jack, seething hatred for his main captor. He was determined not to spill any answers, and it showed as he pulled back his tongue, forming a good sized glob of blood and saliva before he spat it on the concrete directly in front of the racer's feet.

"Fuck you, piece of shit American! I will tell you nothing," he ground out instead, his Italian cadence still dominant even through the switch in languages.

Jack grimaced at the Italian's terminology. It would be a lie if he said it didn't make his mind wander elsewhere to a past he thought he'd put behind him. Not responding to Marco's statement, the racer merely moved closer to him, leaning down closer to the Italian. The two men stared at each other, challenging the other to speak. When no words came, Jack merely shrugged. He acted as if he was going to turn away, but then abruptly slammed the knife down into Marco's thigh and drove the blade deep into his skin, making sure to miss any vital arteries.

"I can't tell you how much I was hoping that's what your first answer would be," the racer snarled.

Marco screamed out in pain, jerking violently from the raw pain of the blade. With his free hand, Jack was quick to wrap his fingers around the Italian's throat, his thumb pressing deep into a pressure point while he twisted the knife ever so slightly in the man's flesh, drawing even more choked, feral screams from his victim.

"Honestly, is all this useless pain really worth protecting a man who couldn't give one shit about you? WHERE IS SHE!!"

The Italian shook his head, clenching his teeth so tightly the racer thought they'd shatter under the pressure.

"Doesn't matter what you do," Marco returned in breathless defiance as he swallowed against the hand around his throat. "I'm not telling you anything."

At that, Jack released his prisoner's throat as roughly as he'd grabbed at it, pushing the man back and pulling the knife out of his flesh at the same time, blood already welling up out of the deep wound even as the racer smiled a smile that, for a moment, was dark, twisted, and very unlike his old self.

"We'll see. We're only just getting started after all..."


((OOC: Not sure how many others were joining this party, so I counted three: Mac, Regan and Drew. Hope this works for everyone. If not, lemme know!))

The move to Monaco hadn't been enough of a pain in the ass with converting money over, finding some place to live, adjusting to the culture. No. It had to get worse with Piper getting kidnapped. The woman had gotten snatched somewhere and the only person with information was this mental Italian who refused to give up Piper's location. Ah, loyalty. What a feeble little thing it could be considering this man seemed to be willing to give up his life for loyalty. Of course, if Regan were involved with the Italian's she would be guaranteeing her life as well rather than being tortured to death. The Italian's were a group of people she most certainly never wanted to be on the bad side of, kind of like now, since they were a vicious group of people. No doubt in her mind they were treating Piper like absolute shit and keeping her on her toes tied up. 

Despite the fact that Piper was missing she had had to work, the people of Monaco couldn't wait for their cars. Some of the jobs she had done had been especially rushed, a brake change here, a tweak there, whatever could get completed in a short amount of time was done and tossed outside. As soon as she could tear herself away from the garage she was off to join her friends back home. Ideas of finding Piper had been circulating through her head the whole day, ideas as to where she was, who she was with, how to get there. A little pow wow was going to be needed anyway to discuss their next set of actions in their plan to get Piper home. 

Coming around the corner of their street at a hair raising speed, she pulled up to where they had decided to keep the Italian and headed inside. At least this place was as unsuspecting as any other place so the cops nor the Italians would find them here. Glancing around quickly she ducked inside, dropping her bag on a table before she heard the scream. Raising an eyebrow she picked up a brisk pace towards the dark room, pulling the door open and gasping. "Jack!" she slammed the door shut behind her and stepped forward, grabbing and pushing Drew back with a shake of her head. 

"Beating him to within an inch of his life is most certainly not going to find Piper!" She growled at him, looking Jack over. She knew why he was doing this, knew Jack was nearly frantic with finding his girl, but they couldn't do this. They couldn't keep beating on the man like a punching bag otherwise they weren't going to get anywhere. Drew was too stupid to stop, his punches so hard the man would probably die within a few of them, and Regan wasn't going to let this happen. "I want to find Piper, as do you, especially you, but beating on him like a bag isn't going to find her any faster and can only bring more retaliation!"

Well, shit had certainly come a full circle now hadn't it? What a freaking mess. Of all the things Mac could have invisioned from a one night stand, landing in the middle of this crap storm hadn't been one of them. Sure, she'd had every intention of getting O'Conners attention but she hadn't exactly planned to end up bumping uglies with him. To say it had complicated things would have been putting it mildly. Add his girlfriends abduction to the mix and it was just a like a scene out of a some comedy farce. Only, the danger was all to real and before she'd known it, she was agreeing to help the tawny haired racer find his girl. Something that wasn't her concern but seemed like the right thing to do. Contrary to popular belief, Mac wasn't a complete bitch and she certainly didn't wish the blood of another woman on her hands because she refused to do what needed doing.

That being said, however, she had to admit to being as impatient to get this all over with. In a dirty snatch and grab, they'd managed to obtain a hopeful informant of the kidnapper but the man was proving to be more closed mouth than they'd thought. Jack was losing his mind and Mac was fast running out of patience, watching expressionless as the racer beat the crap out of the prisoner. In fact, she was so bored with it all, she was examining her nails when the door blew open and she glance up from her position along the wall to see her best friend walk in along with Drew.

Finally, maybe they'd be getting somewhere now.

As Regan spoke, trying to get Jack's attention, the pretty brunette picked up a rolled wrap from a bench and proceeded towards the man. While the younger O'Conner turned his cobalt gaze on her friend, Mac paused before the prisoner, tipping her head this way and that before dropping the wrapped roll in the mans lap. "Hola, amigo. Now that my friend is distracted, I was thinking you and I should get a bit better acquainted. I'd apologize for your earlier treatment but... I'm afraid I'd be lying to say I'm sorry. In fact, I'm thinking that in a few minutes, your going to be wishing I allowed my companion to carry on his interrogation. See, hes being a hella lot more understanding than I am and I don't have time for this shit." she told him, leaning down to unwrap the package on the dudes lap, revealing a sequence of syringes holding things ranging from adrenaline to other system shocking drugs. Eyes widening at the revelation, the man spit at her. "Fuck you, bitch!"

"Awwww.. My feeling are hurt, dude! And why do you say bitch like its a bad thing..." Plucking out on of the filled needles, she smiled evilly before glancing over her shoulder. "A'right. Lets do this. Someone needs to hold our friend steady here... So I can give him a dose of trick or treat."