'You either tell me everything you know Sergio or I swear to god you're not going to have it easy when Enzo Romano comes back.' steward said irritation evident on his face as he dipped his hands into the cold bowl of water. his knuckles were bleeding. He had been beating him up for what would presume as an hour. he hadn't said anything. he had not allowed himself to confess a single damn thing. steward was almost getting restless. he hated having to repeat himself. having to talk about something over and over again. he was almost like all the other men that he had been interrogating a while back when he was in the military. they were this stuff. this resilient. this focused on not giving the truth or even talking in the first place.