Dante's POV
The man whose fist had been hitting my abdomen was too weak. I barely felt his punches. What the hell did this mean? Was this what I had been spending time training in my mafia?
With just one hand, I grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up, his feet dangling as he struggled to free himself.
"Boss, please let me go!" His hoarse voice managed to let out. I was out for blood and so I kept holding on, while landing punches of my own on his abdomen.
"That's how you punch you stupid fool! You all hit like little girls."
"Don," Marco’s gruff voice sounds behind me. "You're going to kill all the men with how frequently you're doing this."
I dropped the i***t to the floor. He gasped for air, running away to join the other eight men who had already been through the same. I had be
