Chapter 31

• A loud crack echoed through the basement.
• "You fucking bastards!" Matteo growled, swinging the wooden bat again, this time hitting the already slumping man's shoulder. The man cried out in agony as the others wriggled in restraints. Blood dripped onto the shattered concrete floor.
• Matteo's face was burning with rage. Sweat pricked his forehead, his chest rising and falling in short, ragged breaths. He walked back and forth before the ten men kneeling men, wrists bound behind them and faces already swollen from earlier hits.