I Hate/Love this Mafia Man

Enter the D'Amico Brothers

BAM! BAM! BAM! 

“TALK!!” I yell at the man I have strapped down to the chair. I've been at this for 30 minutes and still don't have any information on who's been raiding my shipments. For some reason this bastard wont give me anything and I'm getting very impatient and want to just break his neck. I hit him one more time before taking a deep breath and taking a few steps back to look at him. 

“You can tell me what I want or you can die here and now”, I tell him in a cold voice. “Vaffanculo a chi t’e morto!!” (Go f*ck your dead family members/F*ck you, you son of a dead b***h) he says spitting blood at my feet. I take a deep breath and walk over to the door  looking back at the smirking bastard before opening the door. On the other side is my twin brother Enzo with his own smirk while he hands me the items I asked for. I close the door and walk to the small square metal table beside the bastard. After placing the items I look at the man with a smug smile and say “last chance”. “Va’a farti fottere (Go screw yourself), he says with a red, bloodied face. I sigh, picking up the blow torch and knife from Enzo as two of my men come in with a covered metal bowl.  

Seeing this shut up the man who was throwing curses at all of us. He stares at the items we all have with wide terrified eyes. “Call it… motivation for what I want.” I say moving right in his face “And I ALWAYS get what I want” I say with a wide crazed grin. I step back and remove the lid from the metal bowl my men are holding to reveal three rats. “Wait what is…” the man starts. “STAI ZITTO (shut up) , it's too late for words now.” I say as I swing the knife and slice his stomach leaving a diagonal cut about an inch deep. “AHHHHHHH!!!” he starts shouting and cursing again only to be silenced after I signal my men to bring the rats. “NOOOOOOO!!!” he yells, though his cries land on deaf ears. 

Once the men have strapped the bowl to his stomach over the gash the man becomes more crazed, thrashing around. I turn on the blow torch and hold it to the bottom of the bowl and wait. 

The bastard pissed himself.

“AHHHH PER FAVORE (Please) CAPO!!! I'LL TALK I'LL TALK!” he wails. I smirk at him “I’m listening…” I say as I turn off the torch but make no moves to remove the rats. My men bring me a chair, I sit back waiting for the bastard to continue. I move to take a swig of the brandy Enzo just brought me when the bastard says the one name I never thought I'd hear again….“Cosimo”. I throw my glass to the ground breaking it into pieces and storm out “Kill him”. “WHAT WAI..” BANG.