LUCIANO'S POV

       I watched the droplet of blood drop from his mouth as my men punched him. He was on his knees with his hands tied behind him.

       "Please—" he tried to say but before he could finish, another punch landed on his face.

     He coughed and in split seconds, he was spitting on the floor.

      "Asshole," I blurted as I walked closer to him and held his neck. "Tell me, do you love assaulting women?"

       He shook his head in ...