VINCENZO’S POV“Where is my money, Milano?” I grunted, as if annoyed, because the hell, I was.If there was a word more than annoyed, then I was surely that.This fucker, tied to a chair, covered in blood, sweat and saliva in the middle of one of my abandoned warehouse, stole from me.One hundred thousand dollars. The money for my merchandise coming from Italy to Russia. The fucker squandered it on women and useless materials things, thinking I wouldn’t hold him accountable.He wasn’t a fool, and I recommend him for that.But the guts he had to lie to me that the money was stolen from him on the way to receive our goods in exchange for money, annoyed the fuck out of me.I hate liars. They irk the fuck out of me.I knew he already spent most of the money, but I wanted to torture him for as much time he had to live before killing him. “Where is my hundred thousand dollars, Milano?”I asked for the tenth time since the beginning of the torture session, but the fucker refused to say a wo
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