#Chapter83

𝐭𝐰 - 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡

Haider

"Okay, fucking bastardo. I don't have all day." I spat as I got into the dark cell, disgusting stains are on the walls and the window was made of steel only showing a dim light. The man had his face bruised, sitting on the broken wooden chair with his hands tied at the back.

"Parliamo di affari, stronzo." I grabbed a chair for myself and turned around to face him, my arms on the top of the chair. He looked up, his eyes completely red from the drugs that we injected him.

[ let's talk about business, fucker ]

"Non so parlare...