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The male hung from the wall by chains and handcuffs his face bloody, he’s face and body dirty. Gianni and his brothers stood in the cold damp room looking at him. Gianni stepped forward looking at the man. ‘Who sent you?’

He looked up and laughed.

The knuckle duster shots across his face blood emerged from his mouth, he spat it out. "I’ll never tell you never!"

It crashed across his face again. "I’ll ask you again. Who the fuck sent you?"

"I’ll die before I tell you anything."

"So be it ."

Gianni exchanges his knuckle duster for a bladed glove. It sliced across the mans face and body repeatedly. "Are you ready to talk?"

The man looked dead at him. He positing his hand above his head and went to swoop down. "Bianchi."

He lowered his arm. "Now that wasn’t hard was it.’ He looked at his brothers. "Torture them and send them back to him let him know I mean business.’ He said walking out.

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