Tristan Pov:
"Who are you, and why did you bring me here?" Bryce asked, his voice filled with venom, but confidence. He didn't show a bit of vulnerability.
I chuckled out, cruelly. "Oh, you'll know soon..." I replied in a deathly tone. "And once you do, then maybe you'll think twice about messing with the son of a mafia leader."
Even with the blindfold on his face, I could see the furrowed frown on it. "I know nothing of what you're talking about..." He spat angrily, which made me angry.
I didn't hesitate to throw a few hard and violent punches on his face and ribs. He groaned painfully, but couldn't fight back, because he was tied to the chair.
"Whoever you are, you might think you can get away with this, but when I find you...I will make you regret this."
I laughed out with much am
