*TRIGGER WARNING*
*Alberto’s POV*
“Get me a doctor,” I hissed over my shoulder before one of my guys turned to get one of the doctors we had on call in here as instructed.
I was honestly surprised that Santoro had held this long without passing out, but if we don’t treat his wounds soon, he may die on us, and I still had lots of fun planned for him. Not to mention that he still hadn’t talked. Motherfūcker.
Which reminds me…
I turned towards the torture table and wiped the blood off my hands before reaching for my phone. I quickly pressed on the message button and found exactly what I was looking for. Or hope to find, that is.
Petrov: Let’s talk before I give you a location. Call me when you are ready to talk.
I gripped my phone tighter as I exhaled.
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“What’d they say?”
