ANTONIO.
“Who are you?!” I growled as I approached Oliver in long, hasty strides, with intense anger raging within me.
“I am Oliver. Nothing more.” He weakly replied.
I clenched a fist, and in a split second, I delivered a powerful punch to his nose. Blood trickled down at the impact.
“What do you want from me?” He cried, spitting out the blood that rolled down his mouth. “I am innocent. Please let me go. I beg you.”
“Not until you tell me who you work for.” I groaned.
“I don't work for anyone, and I f*****g didn't try to kill you.” He denied again, wincing in pain.
“A band tatted on the wrist.” I wiggled my wrist in front of him to demonstrate. “Does that ring a bell?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He muttered weakly.
He had been tortured repeatedly and had hardly ea
