Stella looked at the colorful face, black and blue and now red with blood. She must have given him some good punches there, which made the cracked brow bleeding. His suit looked priceless, meaning...garbage.
"Use the cloth there!"
She spoke with a hard voice, pointing at the cloth she had thrown in the used-to-be hot water bowl. He still did not let go of her and his strong arm tightened when she tried to move. She stopped punching him. Her fist was red, spoiled with his blood.
"Do it for me. You caused it."
Leonard ordered. She was feeling pitiless for the mafia boss, even she was not a cruel person, but what he just did to her, it made her too suspicious to trust this man. He was a mad dog!
Everything about this man was so opposite to Sam, his brother. They were completely different
