Chapter Sixty five

Lorenzo's POV

"Okay, okay. I will talk!"

The man whose name was Cedric pleaded, his cheeks streaked with tears.

He was a bloody mess now and looked like he'd been hit by a truck, a few of his fingers were already missing and his once green shirt was now purple with blood courtsey of Aldo's work.

I was beyond pissed. I had not have to watch anyone get tortured for a while now and I had to say my men in Sicily were a different breed. Vincent would absolutely love Aldo's work.

"Let him talk Aldo." I commanded the torturer who seemed to be enjoying his job just a little too much.

"Yes sir." Aldo said reluctantly and stepped away from him. He looked just as bloody as the man he was torturing.

I moved towards the bloodied man tied to a chair and crouched down to his level.

His eyes met mine and I couldn't help but notice the light in it had completely died.

He'd been so stubborn initially, refusing to speak and cursing at us in every language he could speak. It was almost funny now that