Adriano’s POV
It’d been more than days since they took me.
Four f*****g days in this cement hole with nothing but a rusted cot, a leaky pipe, and meals no dog on the street would sniff at. I hadn’t touched the food. Not once. If they were trying to humiliate me, they’d have to try a little harder than that.
They’d denied me everything… calls, visitors, even Salvatore. That alone told me how deep this setup ran. Someone up there wanted me silenced.
Too bad I don’t go down quiet.
I sat on the floor, hunched against the wall, carving shapes into the tile with the jagged edge of a metal shard I’d peeled from the sink days ago. Not because I was losing it but because every man needs his way to pass time without choking on it. And me? I make art out of patience.
Then came the beep.
My han
