Marco's POV
“One silly move and the blade will smoothly slit your throat.”
I dragged on my cigar and puffed, releasing thick smoke into the air.
First, he robbed me of happiness, then, a long moment with Elara, what I had longed for all day long, and now… He wasn't talking.
SMACK!!!
I decked his face with my balled fist, letting the heavy rings on my knuckles break his jaws. The impact pushed him forward, causing the blade to sink into his flesh, with blood pouring out like a river.
“f*****g speak!”
I ordered, awakening my Rottweilers as they barked simultaneously, the room in the underground shaking with their heavy paws.
Lorenzo stood at the end of the attic. He had a black fluffy coat draped over his shoulder. With his cigar in hand, he smoked without a care.
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