Alessandro
I watched as Quentin thrashed the man shackled to the chair.
"Sir, he hasn't confessed yet," While the man continued to weep, one of my men groaned.
"I can't believe I have to do everything on my own," I grumbled as I stood up and walked over.
When my guys realised I had arrived, they stopped torturing him and made room for me. From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, the man was covered in blood. I wished I could rip his face off right now.
"Shall we talk to a generous man," I explained?
I sat down, crossing one leg over the other without looking away from him. Luke was staring at me with resentment in his eyes.
"Can you tell me why you sold my cocaine to the Rossi?"
One of my guys had betrayed me, and I wasn't happy about it.
"As I would tell you," he said
