TMD-8

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Silvio walked inside the warehouse where his men were patrolling the area. His long and authoritive strides woken the fear in his enemies head. He glanced across the silent warehouse when his eyes landed on Dante leaning against the wall wiping his gun with a small cloth. "Where's he?" Silvio asked in his serious and deep voice when Dante pushed himself off the wall before looking Silvio's way. "Tied. In backside." Dante said pointing towards back door. Silvio didn't even bothered to nod as he strode towards the door as Dante followed behind me. Silvio frowned as his steely eyes landed on man tied to chair with black cloth on his head and blood was peeking through his shirt. "Surprise! Motherfucker!" Silvio growled throwing bucket filled of ice cold water on man as he jolted awak

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