Chapter 91.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the outskirts of Palermo, in what seemed like a largely spaced basement filled with tall oil tankers of several feet in height, was a hard-faced man with a flamboyant scar ruthlessly tattooed on his left cheek side; one which revealed the sort of man he was and the kind of life he'd lived up until that very moment in which he was kept prisoner at the said location.

Pero, the one being held hostage by Mafia boss, José's men, was having a hard time keeping his composure intact as his insides continued to roil with incessant hankering for food.

At this time, he was completely malnourished and dehydrated. His cravings for food matched almost in equality with his dire need for water.

Alone in the dark, his demons taunted him and the memory of the ones he'd so easily gunned down during a senseless brawl or as part of his job description.