Close but not enough

CAELLUM’S POV

The three riff-raffs were handcuffed to the bumper of my jeep, beaten to a pulp and without eyes. We stood in a large sparse of land at the back of the pack headquarters.

I stood in front of the car while the field was littered with members of the pack, who were summoned by order to witness what happened when someone decided to take laws into their hands and defy me.

“We have always been guided by set laws which govern the operations of the Cosa Nostra pack and its members.” I started my speech with my hands in my pockets. Dark shades covered my eyes. “Can anyone volunteer to tell us the few set rules of the Cosa Nostra pack?”

Silence. Nobody moved or made to answer my questions. I didn’t like that.

“When I ask questions,” I took off my glasses, my eyes told of how pissed I felt. “I expect answers.” I cleared my throat and asked for the second time. “Let’s try that again, can someone remind me of the set-out rules that regulate this pack?”