Ten: The Mafia

AXEL

I entered the dimly lit room in the basement with fans blowing heat and slightly obscuring the only source of light in the room at intervals.

The guys bowed as a sign of respect as I walked from the entrance to where they had tied our guy up, arms together above his head and legs barely touching the ground. They'd prepped him well enough with the way he was panting and the way blood was gushing out from cuts all over his body.

Good! Just like the way I like it.

I stopped in front of him.

"Hello there, Mr. Sinclair," I greeted with my most polite voice, and his eyes, with a very ghastly cut on one of them fluttered open, "fancy seeing you here."

"You bastard," he gritted out, blood, saliva, mucus, and all.

"No no no," my lips stretched into a teasing smile, "I don't think we've gotten to that part where you get to call me a bastard."

I started circling him slowly as if I was checking out a piece of meat on the slabber with my index finger slowly drumming on my lower lip.

"And talk