18: Fool me once

Pov: Andre

(Two hours earlier)

"Oh, good. You're awake."

The half naked man I had hanging upside down, like a starfish, on a contraption that looked like a medieval torture instrument, murmured something incoherent, only just regaining consciousness.

There was a blood bag that was filling up with blood as it drained from a vein in his forearm, instead of nourishing him.

I straightened from where I was leaning against the wall, a tumbler of whiskey in my hand. "You passed out too quickly. I would have thought a Capo of the Polish could take a little more beating."

"Screw you!" He spat vehemently, finally regaining consciousness. He muttered a few choice words in Polish, probably expletives at me, blinking away his confusion and trying to tug himself free.

I sighed, placing my tumbler on the only table in the room. Selecting from an array of knives from the table, I walked over to him, twirling the knife in my hand.

"You won't talk to my men, I was hoping you'd be a lot more chat