Gattina

“I saw the woman running out of the restaurant Don, should I call the men to get her?”

Alexander was still staring at Pietro with a wide smile on his face, he enjoyed just how drenched in sweat the man was but not the stench that came with it though.

Pietro’s uninjured hand shook, he held the pen in his hand but still hesitated. Despite the fact that his cheeks were wet with tears and his eyes were wide with fear.

Alexander had to commend the bastard. He had heart…maybe a false courage but that wouldn’t be a problem, he would break him down, piece by piece…he had all the time in the world.

“You don’t want to?” He told rather than ask Pietro. Pietro coughed and groaned in pain, then he shook his head…cute.

“Leave her to enjoy the streets a Al little…it’s always better to see their eyes when their hopes have been crushed no?” He’d finally given an answer to Enzo, the man nodded and took a few steps back, his hands behind his back as he patiently waited for his boss to be done.

“Now