Chapter 43

Alejandro Navarro, famously known as Cassanova, was not a man to be trifled with. He was a notorious figure whose mere presence could strike fear in anyone. When his thick eyebrows furrowed and his face twisted into an expression of anger, his enemies knew that they were in grave danger and would never again see the light of day.

The whirring sound of the chainsaw and the screams of Carlos Ortiz were drowned out by the partying sound downstairs.

"Estupido!" He held him steadily until the sharp, rough blades threatened to tear off his eye.

"Boss, please…por favor! Por Dios!"

"Por Dios!"

He dropped the machine and hastened for a pen knife, piercing it close to his left eye and spilling blood over the new carpet. The naked girls in the room squirmed.

Carlos cried as the knife started to carve out his eyes. Alejandro pushed him to the ground. "That is what happens when you steal from me."

"La tira... the cops," Carlos begged to explain.

"Me vale madre! I don't care!" He sat down and bec