“Just a little fun, Señora Fusco.”
“Piotre, I said, unharmed.” Gustaf growled.
These two idiots were in a heated discussion about what to do with me until they got Santino to back down and resume illegal trade again.
I watched closely as both men argued. There was a knife on the table next to me. They forgot to bind my hands.
Well, stupid, I am not. I watched as Gustaf turned toward me and smiled. Piotre was a different animal. His face spelled nothing but evil.
“A little cut here, a little cut there. Nothing too obvious. She will not bleed out. Now, move out of my way, Gustaf,” Piotre hammered out.
“I think not. You will do what I say. I am in command here. Not you, you sadist! We need the shipments brought in my Santino to take him down. He really thinks that he is better than us
