"You're a brave man, talking trash about my future slave," Ross sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
He lifted the hammer, its weight steady in his grip as he eyed the Don with cold malice.
"Guess I won't feel a shred of guilt sending you to hell in the most painful way imaginable."
The Don's face twisted in panic, a flicker of desperation replacing his former arrogance.
"No, wait! I can give you anything—money, power, whatever you want. Just… stop! Don't do it!"
But Ross wasn't interested in bargaining. The Don attempted a feeble parry, he wanted to raise his arms in a last-ditch effort to defend himself.
But the rope on his body held true. It was a wasted effort. Ross brought the hammer down with brutal precision.
"Ahhhhh!" The Don's scream filled the room as the hammer struck his knee, the sickening crunch of bone echoing in the silence.
