Chapter 37

“Arghh. Don, please,” the trembling man pleaded, clutching his casted arm as the Don’s goons dragged him into the bathroom.

His eyes flickered around the room, landing on the lifeless body of his cohort.

“Oh God,” he whimpered

“God can’t save you now. Tell me what I want to know and maybe I’ll let you go,” Don said.

“Don Simeon, I tried to stop them. I told them not to tell him your name. They wouldn’t listen. I told them what would happen but they wouldn’t listen. Please, Don. I’m the only one who came back,” the man begged, tears streaming down his face.

The pain of his broken arm, although a not-so-distant memory, was nothing compared to being on Don Simeon’s bad side.

“Yes, you did. But you failed. I gave you a simple task and you failed. And what did you say happened to your arm?”

His eyes lit up. Finally, he had vital information to tell. “It was the woman, Don. She’s pretty as an angel but she is the devil’s spawn. She broke my arm as if she was snapping a twig.”

Hope surged i