Alessandro
“Spit it out,” I ordered while I tried hard to stay calm in the midst of chaos.
“Mm…Mmm Mmm…” The bastard kneeling in front of me uttered incoherent words and I lost it. He has been hoarding something important inside his mouth and since it was something he would be unable to swallow, he made sure to keep his mouth.
But I don’t have time for such games.
So, I faced the butler beside me and reached for the gun he deliciously presented on his gold tray.
With charisma in my action, I toyed with the weapon for some minutes. My eyes tinged with joy as I ran my fingers through the blackness of the gun and I began to feel the rush I hadn’t felt in weeks.
My impatient self faced the bastard and the fear in his eyes told me that I was already torturing him.
Of course, in the face
