CHAPTER THIRTY- My weakness

Enzo

The musty smell of rusted iron invaded my nostrils as I step into our holding shed located at the outskirts of New York.

Silvester Jones was finally awake after being knocked out for almost twenty four hours. Donatello had gone before me to start the interrogation while I was in a meeting with investors for my company.

“Don.” Donatello greeted as I walked into the room where Silvester was chained to a chair.

He was already given water for hydration but he still refused to say anything about Rossi’s whereabouts.

He groans and rattles the chains on his wrists. “Are you the one behind this kidnapping!?” He yells.

I take my seat across from him, resting my elbow on my knees and stare directly into his eyes. “If you don’t corporate, you die.”

His face turns red from anger. “You’re fucking with the wrong person!”

Donatello laughs crazily beside me and slaps him hard across the face, shocking him. “What the fuck!”

I raise my hand, stopping him from another slap