My men came a while later, leading a struggling man into the house. I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through my phone when they dragged the culprit of the mystery box to me. They made him kneel as I watch his futile attempts to escape.
"Who sent you?" I asked, glaring coldly.
"No one."
I asked once again. "Who sent you?"
"..."
So is this how they play?
With a snap of my finger, a bodyguard punched him on the stomach, earning a groan of pain from the man.
"Believe me. I can do more than that. Don't forget that I am the wife of the Ashcroft Mafia Lord as well as a successor of the Leone Family and I assure you, I'll try every means to make you talk."
The man laughed maniacally. "You're all bastards. All of you. One day, you will grovel to the ground, defeated--"
I did not let him finish a word but instead told my men to take him to the basement to be tortured. The man just laughed maniacally and pullled out a hidden gun. My bodyguards immediately shielded me and aimed their guns towards him.
"With this, I have done my work-- BANG!"
A defeaning sound rang. I watch the man fall on the floor, blood spilling from a hole in his head. Anger and disgust settled in my heart.
Just who would do this?