Mafia Slave

lder and I yell in pain. "ENOUGH!" I find the pressure no longer being applied to my shoulder. Another man sits down on another chair in front of me - one I didn't notice. I look up

nt at someone behind me and then more intense pressure was on my shoulder causing me more pain. "Don't lie to me - only a few people know I have the item in question so who are you?" The pressure is taken off my shoulder. " My name is not important to you Don Rivera. I am simply a hired hand sent to complete a job on behalf of my employer" I reply. " And what exactly was your job? And your employer" He proceeded to ask. " My job is exactly what you think it is Don Rivera however I can not answer the se