The Don's Punishment

Ferrara

Three Days Later

"This way, boss."

Carlos led me into the warehouse which smelt like the drugs stacked against the corners.

I popped a small pill as I walked past drippings of blood against the white substances coating the floors, the heavy footsteps of my security resonating behind me.

A sinister smile tugged the sides of my lips as soon I caught sight of my target,

Oh, Carlos rarely let me down.

The Secretary of the U.S. and most influential female politician in the American continent was bound to a seat with one of her eyes missing.

The seat was suspended from the ceiling, with metallic chains and naked wires wrapped around her, connected to a low voltage shocker.

Her skin was ashy, an indication that my efficient consigliere had buried her in a cement coffin beforehand, and apart from the broken fingers, her hands were nailed to hard woods.

I motioned to Carlos to let her down, and he gestured to one of the guards positioned to watch her, who pulled down the suspended