Chapter 8
Rocco’s POV
The door to my office burst open, and one of my men rushed in.
"Sir," he panted, "we got him."
"Where is he?" I demanded, bringing out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it.
"In the basement, sir," he replied. Without another word, I strode from the room, making my way to the dark basement. When I arrived, I saw Marco, the traitor who absconded with our money. He was bound and gagged.
"Well, well, well," I said, with a smug on my face,as I looked at Marco. "What do we have here?" He opened his eyes slowly, and I saw the fear and pain in them. Blood dripped from his face. He tried talking but His voice came out muffled at first, I tore the tape from his mouth.
"Please," he begged. "Don't do this." I took a drag of my cigarette, puffing The smoke on his face.
