HE ISN'T THE REAL ENEMY

VICTOR'S POV

The man winced as the rough, calloused hands of my henchmen restrained him, the pain reminding him of the dire consequences of his actions. I leaned in, my eyes burning into his, searching for any hint of weakness.

"You think a little torture will make me spill the beans? I'm no snitch," he said, his voice trembling with defiance. It was interesting to see he still has nuts to talk back.

I chuckled darkly, a chilling sound that sent shivers down everyone's spine. "You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, my friend. We have ways of making even the toughest rats squeal."

And the torture began, pain shot through his body, each agonizing moment a reminder of the risks he had taken.

"Want to spill the beans or should I ask my men to carry on?" It was his last chance I didn't had much time to waste on him.

"I'll speak, I don't know him. He had abducted my family and asked me to be here and take your time. I was left with no other options. I had to save my family," whoso