Vincenzo’s POV
The tied-up man cast me a smug look even though the bastard was tied up to the ceiling. Motherfuckers like him were infuriating as hell. I narrowed my eyes at him and stormed ahead. My fist landed on his face, I smiled when I heard a satisfying scrunch. The man grunted in pain.
“I hope you know that you are not walking alive out of here.” I glared at him.
He grinned with bloody teeth earning another punch from me. “Where is your cunt of a boss?” I asked pulling his hair back.
“f**k your mother.” He rasped.
I took a deep breath. “Bring me my blow torch.” I ordered, keeping my eyes at the ring leader.
One of my men handed me the blow torch and I lit it up.
“Wrong answer.” I smiled and torched his armpit.
“f*****g MOTHERFUCKING WHOREEEE!” he bellowed, screaming in pain
