Luciano
I headed down the basement to deal with the traitor that wanted to steal from under my nose. No one steals from me.
My men had him tied up on a chair, and it looks like they had started on him already. His face was bruised and he had cuts all over his shirtless body. The table with the tools was ready to start my torture.
“So, did you think you could steal from me?” I asked, grabbing a pruning shear and holding it in front of his face.
“Sir, I swear I didn’t mean to. Someone told me about the money being up for grabs, and I needed the money. It was not my intention,” he said, fear clearly showing on his face.
I leaned down and stopped inches from his face. The smell of alcohol hit my nose, of course he had to be drunk.
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