Blood dripped from the corner of one man's mouth, his face twisted in pain as he lay sprawled on the asphalt. The other man, gasping for breath, leaned against a tree on the side of the road, clutching his side where Gio's fist had landed just moments before.
"You know," Gio laughed. "All you need to make this all go away is to actually tell me what I need to know."
The second man still standing up rushed to him but Gio got up, slapped the man aside and kicked him down.
"Don't try that when I'm talking. I'm not here for games. You two shot at me and thought you could bring me down but guess who's going to be brought down. That's right. You all will be brought down."
Gio crouched down beside the man on the ground, gripping him by the collar and pulling him up slightly. His voice was low and dangerous. "Who sent you?"
The man groaned, his eyes fluttering as he tried to focus. "We—we don't talk."
