Chapter 297: Found him
"Plier." He called out to no one in particular and within a few moments, one of the guards returned with a plier presented on a royal purple silk-clad pillow. The old man, knowing the intent of the device that Remo now wielded, roused back to life, whimpering and pleading earnestly.
"I took it upon myself to take you in, and make your life comfortable, and this is how you decide to repay me," Remo began, inching towards the man who hurtled into a corner, shaking violently.
"Please, spare me, sir Alfonso, somebody, help me, please,"
"If you knew what was going to happen, why did you go ahead and disobey my order?" Remo continued, completely waving off his screams, as if no one outside would pick up on whatever was happening in the bookshop.
Well, he had made sure of that. The guards had secured the lock and turned the closed sign to the public, so no one could enter. Plus, the bastard had taken it upon himself to make the place sound proof. At least he did something that’d come in handy when they had to discuss business.
"I will have it ready, twenty-four hours, sir. I’ll provide everything within twenty-four hours. I give you my word, sir."
"Your word is not enough. I need something valuable." A greedy glint flashed in Remo’s eyes as he locked his focus on the gold nose ring that adorned the old man’s nose. Pietro, sensing the direction of his gaze, began to thrash wildly, and punched Remo in the process.
Just as he was about to turn and make a run, Remo pulled out a dagger from his trouser and thrusted its six-inch blade in his stomach continuously, not minding the blood that splattered from his consistent attack in one spot. He went on plunging his blade until he could clearly see the eyes of the cunning bastard rolling behind his sockets.
By the time he’d decided to stop, he’d counted up to fifty thrusts—the first two numbers of the returns he was expecting from him.