~AG CASINO~
"Forgive me, boss. I didn't mean to snitch on you and steal the goods." A soldier, beaten to a pulp with a swollen face, begged for his life before Augustus.
Augustus sat on a black, expensive couch with his legs on the table, smoking a cigarette while holding a glass of alcohol.
"The Rodriguez mafia doesn't reserve mercy for traitors and criminals. Anyone who betrays us will be tortured to death; that's the rule. Unfortunately, I have no time to have fun with your soul because I have a soul to visit every day." Augustus said softly, but it sounded dangerous and unforgiving, while sipping his alcohol with narrowed, blue fury eyes on the traitor.
"Please spare me. I'll retrieve the goods I sold from the warehouse. I promise I will repent."
"You're the reason we lost two men in the last mission. Your life is inescapable," Winter added, standing beside his boss with ten men lined up before him.
