ANTONIO.
I got to the basement within minutes, and like Marco said, Oliver was there, seated on a chair with his hands tied to the back of the chair, his legs tied together, and a rope tied around his body all together, attaching him to the chair.
The knots were firm, and it was impossible for him to free himself.
“So, you think you are a bad guy, uh?” My voice was surprisingly calm as I questioned him, approaching him slowly.
“What do you want from me? Let me go!” He retorted, wincing in pain.
I came to a stop in front of him, folding my arms across my chest and staring down at him.
“Use your own mouth to confess to what you did.” I said.
“Please!” He yelled, his chest heaving rapidly. “My only crime was to fall in love with Sofia. I won’t deny that I love her. And I don’t think I
