Vincenzo

He sits in his study puffing his cigar as he swirls his cognac. The sounds of pain and agony rang loudly in this house hold. He releases the smoke slowly, so my friend. He smiles , clean his face. He makes a face of disgust.His men went towards the injured man.Wipes his face, the debt,he speaks .His man shakes his head. It isn' debt ..then ,he tilts his head. It must have slipped my mind he laughs as he puts down his glass. Vincenzo stands up and takes a puff of his cigar.He walks around the kneeling man who can't stay upright.The floor is of fine marble ,he waves at his men to grab him by the shoulders. Unlike many ,he smiles.You won't be mmm he takes his cigar and takes a puff.Taking a eternal nap so to speak. He bends down and raises his head.Will work off your debt, oh right it's not that he laughs.What was it again ? He looks up and taps his chin. His smile and laughter disappear, he leans close .Looking at what is mine,he growls.He stands up and sighs taking his cigar to his lips