Angelo looked at Francesco's latest victim. The poor soul destined to meet a gruesome end was tied up and bloodied" kneeling on the floor begging for mercy to the amusement of Francesco.

Angelo couldn't believe how Francesco was carrying out his criminal activities in a public place like a hotel so freely with no fear of crossing paths with the law. He dared deal with his business in a hotel room. But of course, it seemed like he was untouchable.

Francesco was relaxed sitting on a sofa drinking his vodka and laughing at the pleas and cries of his victim. His guards were motionless standing around the room as they would have done if they were at the compound. What also bothered Angelo was the lack of emotion from those around the room. There were total passive expressions. Angelo seemed like the only one with a frown and looking saddened by what he was witnessing. The man was condemned to death and there was nothing him or anyone could do.

Angelo swallowed hard as he saw Francesco getting up and circling the kneeling man on the floor. Francesco spoke while sipping from his drink " So you think you can come to my territory and spy on my organisation for your boss with no consequences. Do you? Lets try again. What was your business sneaking around my territory? The Voltolini family are only based in Verona and Milan. They don't ever mess with their rivals in America. Why would they send anyone all the way here? What is their big plan?"

The man shakily spoke while wincing from pain "I am not a spy. I swear. I don't know what you are referring to?"

Francesco spoke "Tsk. Tsk. Wrong answer. You actually think you can fool me. Don't you? I know all about you. I have read your reports held by police, Albano Agostini. You are an international spy who can speak 7 languages. You spy for the highest bidder of your services. I wonder how much you got paid to spy on me." He then smashed his glass on the man's head making him fall backwards while tied up. He then shouted orders "Tie him up to the chair. Lets see he becomes more talkative when he gets a taste of some real torture."

Albano was dragged to a seat and strapped to a chair, he spoke quickly "Please. I am not a spy."

Francesco shook his head "You are not a very convincing liar." He then turned to Antonio "What do you think? He thinks he can lie to a Rosario and get away so simply. Should we get his wife Antonio? I think he would be more talkative if his wife is brought in here. Should we bring her in from next door."

Antonio was about to answer when Albano's agonising voice interrupted. He didn't sound so confident now. He spoke nervously "I beg you. Not my wife. I tell you everything you need. I confess I came here to spy but I swear I found nothing. My boss paid me to spy on you to find a weakness. I didn't find anything worth reporting. I was caught just as I located you and your men at this hotel. Please have mercy on my wife. I didn't report anything back to my Voltolini family. I swear. I just needed the money so I took what they offered. No one else wanted to come to your territory except me."

Francesco laughed bitterly "Not good enough." He then picked up a half filled bottle of vodka and walked to the man who was now tied to a chair and poured what was left in the vodka bottle over the man's head making him scream as alcohol made his wounds sting making him cry hard.

Francesco spoke firmly "It stings. Doesn't it? After I am done with you, this stinging feeling on your wounds would be like a kiss from your wife. You will talk after I am done with you. You will reveal everything."

The man sounded desperate. "I told you everything. I swear. What more can I tell you?"

Francesco looked at the man who was weeping hard and grabbed his neck "Tell me one thing that's worth hearing and then I might show you some mercy. You came over hear to find my weakness. Did you find it? Tell the truth."

The man spoke while struggling to breathe "I didn't.... find ..... anything."

Francesco let go of his neck and slapped the man hard making him fall back with the chair on the floor. The man groaned in pain as he fell backwards.

Francesco turned to his guards "Lift him up." He then shouted orders to Antonio "Get me his wife from next door and get me my tools."

The guards straightened up the chair and as Albano saw Antonio leaving the room with a few guards, he spoke with fear as he was shaking his head in disbelief "No. You cant have her here. I hid her in Canada. She cant be here. My wife is safe. i made sure of it."

Francesco spoke "That safe place near Niagara Falls you mean? Not safe enough from my watch. She would suffer the same fate as you now. Unless you tell me something worth my time."

The man spoke quickly" Please she is innocent....... I tell you everything....... I came here to find your weakness....... but...." He then choked on his words as he saw Antonio coming back with the guards. Albano paled as he saw Antonio entering with a leather bag and his wife was also lead inside following Antonio at gun point while guards were pushing her inside.

Angelo's heart dropped as he saw Antonio entering with the woman. Was Francesco really going to kill that woman? He thought to himself. He knew he couldn't endure watching innocents die. He felt sick. The woman was in her thirties. She looked too terrified. She just looked at the room with fear. As her eyes met her husbands she started crying with harder with muffled sobs since a cloth was covering her mouth and she was tied up and couldn't do anything except getting pushed towards her husband..

Albano's voice cracked "No. Please. Don't hurt her because of me."

Francesco turned to Antonio "Put that bag on the table there."

Albano was mortified and lost for words as he saw his wife was forced to kneel on the floor a few steps away from him. She was looking pleadingly at her husband with tearful eyes.

Albano spoke in a panicked voice "Let my wife go and I tell you everything."

Francesco turned around as he picked up a knife "No deal. I don't do bargains with your kind. Tell me something worth hearing and I might show you some mercy." He then walked to Albano's wife and waved the knife in front of her. He then cut the cloth around her mouth. the woman started screaming immediately and shouting for help.

Francesco laughed "No one will hear you. I have booked the entire level 3 of this hotel. No one will hear your screams or your husbands. Welcome to hell by the way."

Albano was shaking hard and moving his limbs trying to get free. He was speaking quickly " No please. Not her. Don't hurt her. My woman is innocent."

Francesco spoke "So is mine...... Now tell me Albano. "How many children do you have?"

Albano cried " I .... have none."

Francesco spoke " What about the one your wife is carrying right now."

The man suddenly paled and stuttered " My wife is pregnant? I didn't know..... Please. No. Don't hurt her and my child. I beg you."

Francesco grabbed the mans neck and squeezed hard " A bit too late to beg. You have to face the consequences of your actions. I don't kill pregnant women. But it doesn't mean i wont make watch you die and wont make your child an orphan...... in the most painful way."

Albano spoke desperately "How about this. i tell you..... what they plan to do and you let me live to see my child. Just until my child is born.... please. Then you kill me....... They are planning to attack you, the Voltolini family. The attack on your father was no accident. The family you executed were the vessels that carried out the attack. The Voltolinis are after your entire family. They would pick you off one by one unless you give them what they want."

Francesco chuckled "Now you are singing a different tune. Until now you were not a spy. Now you are claiming Voltolinis want something. And what do they want?"

Albano swallowed hard "They want ....... They want...." He closed his eyes and shook his head " It makes no sense. But they want ...... Adele Lombardi."