LEO'S POV

“Who the hell sent you? I demand calmly, puffing whips of smoke from the ciggy that is now stuck between my lips

I look at the battered and bloodied Italian before me who refuses to speak and shake my head in disappointment; a cue for my men to resume pruning and chipping away at whatever skin was left of him.

My men and I had been at it all night yet he refused to talk. We could not get anything out of him despite the different torture means we used to get him to talk.

He is Italian but he has the endurance of a beast of nature....