18

Giovanni

Kenzo didn’t move when I punctured his left thigh. A sharp scream echoes along the thick walls of the basement when I withdrew the long knife out of his flesh. Waterfall, it was told, fresh blood comes out rushing in the ground.

“ Fucking hell, Dela Vin!” His voice was strained with pain. “ Motherfucker!”

The door to the basement open and Ace stepped in, a deadpan look in his expression. I was disappointment because for once, I thought he will stop me from hurting Kenzo. But, he didn’t. Instead, Ace stayed in the doorway, mirroring my expression.

Kenzo grunts. “ You told me I can do whatever I want with the Santoro’s!” He tried to struggle out of the cuff in his hands but I made sure he was genuinely bondage in the old metal chair. “ Fucking piece of shit,” he cursed once again.

“ I told you to not kill him yet,” I said, clucking my tongue. “ Touch the mother, I instructed. But, you fool, killed the goddamn dad!”

Ace started to head towards my direction. I gave him the knife