"Sir." The harsh voice made Ciro look up from his paper work and his desk as ash from his cigarette fell against the dark oak of his table.

"Yes, Enzo?" Ciro replied at his guard who was standing at the door, his guard a very serious and large man who soon walked back and pushed the Golden handled doors open wide and two other man dragged something in, you.

The person squirmed, and they sounded muffled due to the black bag pulled over their head and a gag wrapped around their mouth.