Maximilian's point of view

I put on my leather gloves, full of fury at what Madison had just told me, I went to the cellar, the twins obeyed the letter.

Francisco was sitting and tied with his hands behind his back, he still did not have a single blow on, because I ordered him to be touched, he wanted to be the one to give me that pleasure.

"But what do we have here, my uncle the mafioso," Francisco snapped ironically, in the same way I approached and began to surround him.

"Yes, you said it, I'm your stupid uncle, and in the good old days, respect for the elders...