Silvester paced the dimly lit room, the sharp clack of his shoes echoing off the thick concrete walls. In the corner, bound to a metal chair, Viktor's eyes followed him with a mixture of defiance and fear. Silvester's patience was wearing thin, his irritation like a storm cloud ready to burst.
"One last time, Viktor," Silvester said, his voice a menacing whisper. "Tell me what Cassio is planning and what the hell does he want from Grace?"
Viktor remained silent, his jaw clenched tightly. The sweat on his brow glistened under the single overhead light, casting a halo of despair around him. Silvester leaned in, close enough to feel the heat of Viktor’s breath, his eyes searching for any crack in the man’s resolve.
Cassio Jimenez, the so-called don of the Jimenez crime famiglia, is nothing
