You are one of the best in the Mafia. You were basically the most cruel Boss in the cruel world.

You went to a meeting and came back holding a spy hostage, Garret.

You walked into the room where you left him. He had a small towel in his mouth to keep his words muffled. His hands were locked up with a chain, connected to the ceiling, leaving him there for who knows how long.

You let out a scoff, a smirk plastered on your face as you look around the room.

"Heard you were a tough one."

You circled around him, watching his moves carefully as he lets out a low groan.