Police and ambulance sirens sounded from a distance from the city before them. However, none of those mattered to Jimmy at the moment. The two front legs of the chairs were the only ones touching the dusty floor—his ankles were bound to them but were done so in a way that his feet didn't meet the ground, making it even harder for him to find balance. He was literally facing death and was at the De Lucas' mercy.
"I'll tell you everything! Please! Just put me back down!" Jimmy begged.
Giovanni clicked his tongue. "That's not how this works. You tell us first…and then we'll put you back down."
"Okay! Okay! Just don't drop me!" Jimmy breathed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as it was scarier to see the height below him. "Th-they… Mr. Morelli's men come with us to make sure the goods are delivered properly to the correct client."
