VINCENZO VOLKOV

Who's your boss? Are you going to tell me, or should I find out myself?" I asked, holding the red-hot knife in my hand.

The man shook his head, tears streaming down his face as he screamed. The knife burned his hand, blood splattering onto my face. I didn’t care.

I grabbed his face and pulled him closer. With one quick slice, I cut off his ear. I made sure he saw it with his one good eye.

"Go to hell!" he spat through clenched teeth, sweat mixing with the blood ...