Nico
“Lit the fire…Nico…” his voice was cold as ice, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the terrified little eight-year-old boy. “Be a man…lit the fire. You’re Alessandro Baldocchi’s son. Don’t be a p***y…”
“Please…don’t do this….” the young woman tied to the pole wailed. “Please Alessandro…I will leave…I will take him and go away…please…”
“Too late for that b***h,” his father sneered. “You have caused me enough pain in the ass. You really thought I would be interested in making a f*****g w***e like you my wife? You dared blackmail Alessandro Baldocchi…you f*****g w***e. Go ahead Nico, light the fire.”
“No…I…I can’t.” the boy whimpered, trembling with fear.
“What?” he roared, his eyes blazing with fury. “What did you say?”
“Please le…let me go…go…father. Pl….” the poor
