"Parli inglese?!" Sinister yelled in Italian at him. (Do you speak English?)
The man nodded furiously, "si, ah yes, yes I do. f**k dude" he groaned "you f*****g shot my leg."
"You're damn right I did, and I'll do a whole lot worse unless you tell me what the f**k you're doing here in my home?"
he squeezed his leg tighter, his eyes rolling back into his head as he screamed.
"HEY" Sinister yelled, pulling a knife on him and pressing it into his neck "I will f*****g gut you like the pig you are, f*****g tell me."
"Ah, eravamo qui per la ragazza-"
"ENGLISH YOU c**k SUCKER!" Sinister roared, pressing the knife a little deeper until small pools of blood dripped down his neck.
"We're here for the girls! The bosses chick and the other one. Please man, per favore, don't kill me. I'm only six
