Chapter 9: Not Trustworthy
Tony threw his jacket on his shoulder and rolled up his sleeves as he walked closer to the man tied on the chair. He was not hurried. It was as if he had already made up his mind.
"Stanley!"
Tony held out his hand. The lithe man standing beside him ran to Tony with the pocket knife they seized from him. Tony took a quick look at the knife.
"How is Bambi?" The man sitting at the table asked.
His roman nose cast a long shadow on his mouth. His hands were bloodied. He must have interrogated the poor bastards who got caught.
Randy Arena was one of the close associates of Don DeAngelo. After Don DeAngelo’s indictment, some of his men left him and escaped. Randy was one of those who left out of fear. But he returned with determination after the don was assassinated. He had made a vow to protect the bloodline of Don DeAngelo.
Randy is one of such staunch loyalists of Don DeAngelo. There are a lot more. Some of them never left Don DeAngelo’s side through thick and thin. Some are in pretty influential places. Their sole purpose is to protect the bloodline of Don DeAngelo.
Don DeAngelo commanded such loyalty among his men. He was loved to death by many.
Tony didn’t answer Randy. Looming over the half-conscious man on the chair, he grabbed his chin. The man’s eyes were puffed. "Heh," Tony scoffed seeing the fear in his eyes.
She was not afraid when she thought she was facing death. He saw a lot of emotions in her eyes. But none of it remotely resembled fear.