Diego
"I'll ask once more...where the f**k is Celeste Reyes?" I snarl, my voice dripping with menace. After hours of torture, the poor bastard still hasn't cracked, but I won't stop until I get the information I need out of him.
And then I'll still slit his throat for wasting my time when I could be home with my wife right now.
"Para! Para! (Stop! Stop!)" He screams, tears streaming down his wrinkled face.
We're in the middle of my stepmother's living room. I expected to find her when I arrived, but instead, I found him scrubbing blood from the floor. He claims he doesn't know where it came from, he was just ordered to clean it, but I know the fucker is lying.
Celeste must be paying him a lot because we could've been done with this a while ago.
But oh well.
Despite Leo and Sal's ass
