ANTONIO.
“I f*****g asked you to treat her with care!” I yelled at the men—Enzo and Stefano—who I asked to bring Ruby to me as they entered with her.
Uncontrollable tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her mouth was tightly taped, her hands were securely tied, and she had bruises around her wrists from trying to set herself loose.
“She’s a stubborn one, boss.” Stefano said, and I let out a sigh as I observed her.
She was indeed a stubborn one. Despite her mouth being taped and her hands tied, she continued to shout and struggle to run. I understood that my men had to do what they had to do to avoid getting caught by the cops.
“Make her sit." I ordered my men as I gestured at a sofa, and they promptly followed my instruction.
I inched closer to her and crouched in front of her. The
