The man spat blood onto the floor, gritting his teeth. "I ain’t telling you a damn thing, Enrico," he snarled. "You think I’m scared of you? I’ve faced worse."
Enrico’s expression didn’t change. He stepped forward and casually selected a small, sharp knife from the box, holding it up so the light glinted off the blade. "We can do this the easy way," Enrico said softly, almost as if he were discussing a business deal. "Or we can do it the hard way. The choice is yours, but make no mistake, you 'will' talk."
The man’s face twisted with anger, but there was a flicker of fear in his eyes now. He knew what was coming, even if he didn’t want to admit it.
"You’re wasting both of our time," Enrico continued, his voice dropping lower, the cold edge sharpening. "So why don’t you do yourself a fav
