“I had my men get him for you Artem.”
The dark haired man glanced over, as the his former client was smiling, offering him the same gesture.
“How generous of you. Really saved me the trouble.”
“You saved me from being in jail for over a decade. I owe you this one.”
Smirking deviously as he patted the man’s shoulder “I have to go greet our guest.” He walked down to his basement.
Artem lived in a lavish and big house, people from the outside called it a mansion. He had bought a couple of houses and this time he had his guest be in a house which was at the outskirts of the city so when the victim even managed the slip chance of escaping they would find nothing but trees.
Artem had this place memorized to an A and to have them slip from his fingers was unwise as he then stepped into the basement. The walls were painted black, there was only a light bulb right above the chair of the guest as he was wearing a white shirt, the first few buttons were loose as he began to pull up his sleeves.
His veins sculpted his arms as he tilted his head, gazing down at the guest
“Hello, Finn.” he began to approach as he continued. His Italian accent breaking through his tongue a few times “won’t you be a sweet boy and tell me where your father is?”
