“ oh, playing hard . I like it” he said as he then held out his hand to one of his men who rested a syringe over his hand , the blonde then bend down to the others level “ you know what this is ? It's my favourite injection, one dose of it and you'll feel a bad smell soon —
hunter let out an agonising scream ; it was rather guttural. the end of his broken ribs poked on his lungs and he struggled to then breathe . a splatter of crimson landed on the concrete under him . —-
He smiled at the way other was struggling it amused him, fuel him the screams the pain of others, taking a breath , he looked at him “ you're gonna make me work more?” he said , as he took the rod and hit it hard over his ribs shattering them .
another struggle , another guttural scream . it won’t end anytime soon now , wouldn’t it ?
gasping , sweat dribbling down his forehead , he looked up with spite . “ i 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 know what you’re talking about . CREEP ! “
He nodded “ mm let's jog your memory shall we?” with that asked he twisted the rod causing his arm to break further as he kept it pushed , tilted, “ remember anything yet?”
remorse , hatred —- the usual things you feel when you’re in the presence of the mafia . a low grunt came from him as he struggled on the ground .
“ i don’t know what you’re talking about . “ —-
— once it's done he looked at him again “ alright so . .” he walked closer and push the rod in between the gap of his body and his arm “ tell me . . Who took that yatch from you?’
That just made Antonio laugh as he rested his hand over the rod leaning his weight over it , as he tilted his head with a maniacal grin towards him “ that isn't even insulting” he said then did a gesture to his men to tie hunters both wrists together behind him—
he expected to break something in this meeting—-hell , he even expected to die . falling immediately on his knees , hunter let out a scream of agony. the bone of his wrist being torn through , as it —-
— he then circled around him “ this place is mine, not yours that you act like you don't care about anything . .”
He then hit the rod again in same shattered arm of his to increase the pain .
“ i was being nice I'm still being nice with you ”
Antonio look at him, a calm expression over his features, as he raised his hand towards his men .
One of them handed him a rod , and Antonio swing it firstly over hunters arm to break it , causing his cigarette and him, to fall down on floor—
of course , another mafia attack on his business seem to be the usual lately . he's not surprised , however . years of family heritage and legacy as one of the leading successful yacht business , (..)