Alfonso’s POV.
I stalk into what the Devil’s call the Pit of Hell. I see Slade dangling by his wrists and I remove my shirt and shoes and socks. Leaving me in my slacks. I look at Carlos and he is doing the same as me. I nod my head at him as we both circle Slade. I look up at the man who has caused me and my family so much f*****g grief, and a sly smirk breaks across my face.
Gino has already done some work on Slade. He has bruises that are forming. He definitely has a few broken ribs if the colour of the bruising is anything to go by. I walk to the corner of the room and see a bucket. I lift it and gag at the smell. Oh well, f**k it. When in Rome.
I walk to him and nod at Carlos as he gets out of the splash zone and throw the contents of the bucket on Slade, who gasps and lifts his he
