Chapter 2: VINCENT HASTINGS

Author’s POV

“Boss, please spare me, give me more time please!” a man who looks about the age of thirty was kneeling in front of a tall young man wearing a black suit and tie, holding a gun in his right hand, playing with it while looking at him. They were surrounded by many men in black suits too, smiling and glaring at each other. The room was a torture cell, different weapons and stains of blood were evident on the floor and on the wall.

There was blood on the side of the lips of the poor man, his eyes seemed to be punched so many times that it made a violet circle around it. “Boss, I will pay you next week, I swear. If I don’t, then you can kill me!”

“Renzo, I already gave you one month to pay me, and now, you’re asking for another week?”

“Boss, please… please forgive me…” he was already crying, the tears in his eyes and the blood all over his face were already mixing. Then the man rose up from his chair, standing before the poor guy, “You know how I fucking hate liars, Renzo. I fucking hate it whenever someone tries to fool me and you know what I do to them?” his thick black brows rose up and his grey eyes turned dark as he pointed the gun to the man’s head. “Boss… don’t do this… don’t…”

“Say hi to the devil for me, Renzo.”