Mafia Wars: The Uprising Billionaire

30 Crazy?

''How you die and who accompanies you, all depends on your response.'' Antonio took slow, but calculated steps forward.

The group of men split into two, as they parted way for him to pass. Every step, every move, and every second radiated grimness and chilling sensation from Antonio's body.

His cold eyes looked as though they wanted to rip the soul of their targets into shreds. He was boiling inside, and all he wanted was to tear the man before him apart.

''I've told you all I know, I'm just acting on my own volition, no one ordered me.'' The man yelled, shaking his body as he struggled to break out of the chains that tied him to the iron chair.

The man had a bald head, his left eye covered by an eye patch, and a few centimetres below the eye patch, a large scar was etched on his face, adding to his ruffian look.

He wore a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket. Blood trickled from his face, owing to the previous torture, and burns could be seen on his cheeks, chest, and even his te