Antonio

*It's a rainy afternoon. Antonio Salvatore lounged on a chair, nursing a glass of whiskey as he watched his men torture a young man. His face remained stoic, except for the corner of his lip, which rose slightly in a sneer.* *He looked up at the man* "Do you now know where the money is?" *The man barely looked back at him, five teeth missing, eyes nearly swollen shut* "Fine... It's buried under the oak tree in the cemetery." *He nods* "Good boy... that wasn't so hard, was it?~"