Chapter 113

Lorenzo’s pov

“You were ordered by who?” I demanded, watching as the loser who went by Fabio coughed out blood as tears streamed down his face.

After I had him captured, we headed over to my office, the room for torture to be exact, the questioning had began almost immediately. He had kept denying it from the onset, but because the endure details in the file, I was very certain we had the right person with us right now.

“I wasn’t…” he began to speak but I slammed the hockey stick I had in my grip against the side of his face and I could have sworn that a couple of his teeth flew out.

“Take advantage of the fact that I’m yet to cut off any of your limbs and tell me the exact thing you know I wanna hear.” I ordered, watching as the man hiccuped through his tears and frantically nodded his head.

Fabio.

His file said he was an outcast of a well know mafia clan, because he was born by a whore. It could be that he only did that to my apartment in order to get recognized by his fath