Antonio's heart pounded in his chest as he was roughly shoved into the waiting helicopter by two menacing figures,who were once his men.

The deafening roar of the helicopter's engines filled the air as he was forced into a seat and his hands were bound tightly behind his back.

“This is for the years of torture,you don't know I much I hated your guts. I have always dreamt of killing you with my own hands. Fuck Montero's world!”

One of them with a scar running down his cheek by name Xavier, leaned in close and whispered into Antonio's ears.

His breath reeks of alcohol and cigars.

Antonio said nothing or...