Avalana’s POV
Walking behind the man, Vincenzo started whipping the man mercilessly. Screams of agony resonated through the dungeon loudly. Everyone watched as the man yelled on top of his lungs.
“I will talk, I will talk.” He gasped; his voice almost dead.
Vincenzo halted, the bloody whip stopping midair.
“Th-the members of l-la Vida.” The man said, as he hung from the chains.
Vincenzo’s POV
The door behind me slammed shut as I stormed inside, a deep scowl present on my face. I made a beeline to the bar and poured myself a glass of whiskey.
As I was drinking, the door opened and Felix entered, a cautious look on his face.
“Have a seat.” I mumbled, downing the glass.
Felix sat down quietly and poured himself a glass of amber liquid and refilled mine.
“We got a lead.” I said
