The third point of view
The fear in Angela's expression was obvious; her orbs widened to the size of saucers and her expression ashen. Her head turned towards Valentino, lips trembling," What are you doing?"
His lips were pulled to the side in a smile and oh, how much she knew that distinct smile; the one he uses to hide the rage inside of him.
"What do you mean Mi Amor, it's entertainment," he answered pleasingly.
Angela didn't hassle him any longer. Valentino was not a psychopath nor masochist but he was a cold-blooded Mafia who could be both when pissed. The only language he understood was family and business, the rest could go to hell as long as he cares.
Her eyes returned to Kim who also settled her gaze on her. She was shaking her head vigorously, evidence that she was against whatever they were about to do to her.
