The Lies That Binds

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punches, his fists pummeling the helpless man like a human punching bag. S

is twisted game, an

the captured perpetrators' ragged breathing echoed through the damp space. Faint scents of mold, gunpowder, and blood m

most trusted advisor, burst in, phone in hand, its

hly anticipated call had finally come, but the news o

sual impassive mask. He despised unnecessary calls, but Leonard's update was overdue. With

ictim's nose was shattered, blood dripping from his nostrils onto his shirt. On

yet frozen in terror, his eyes wide with fear for his brother's sufferi

ised it to his ear. "Speak," he said cur

ted his round glasses at the other end of the line. H

uld be here, handing me my package, not

d before droppin

the package...

aving, fists clenched. He closed his

. Mr. Xang has been murdered. His body was found mut

rkened, his eyes

Leonard, why haven't you found my pa

hen Mr. Xang and the package could have gone missing. No suspects on camera, and all the bodyguards who might've seen

You're sorry?" he repeated, amusement lacing his voice. "Wise o

an unnerving silence. "Find. My. Package.

ce trembled.

" He added in a lethal voice, b

nto the man he had been torturing. Seethinly, he spoke, "Alfonso Il Lupo."

ickedly, then laughed. A dark, mirthless sound

y. "Per favore," He begged in his weary italian. "Ti supplico, per

music to Stefano's ears. A sound

two fatal shots to the battered man -one to the groin,

l smile twisting his lips. "I'm done ask

rror. "Shoot me, please! In

her chop off your body parts every three

e contorted i

d with a dark

He was a bizarre looking man with scars and tattoos all over his fa

m as you please. I have far more

w frantic. "No, no,

lame song in a croaky voice. The kind of song th

llowing closely behind. His rage simmered just below the sur

on to those who knew him. It was an unforgiva

e is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened crim

Whose blood will be spilled