What i do to thieves

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This chapter contains torture and is not suitable for readers who have gone through something similar, it can bring back unpleasant memories.

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"Boss I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was doing, I was overwhelmed with greed." A man can be heard screaming from inside one of the rooms in Santiago's hideout, he is none other than the scumbag who has been stealing from him. Unlike the girl who didn't see Santiago's face, he saw his face.

He was covered in blood, his legs were chained to the ceiling, his feet couldn't keep him up his feet, and he was weak. Epiphone stood with a baseball bat.

"Ahh you were overwhelmed with greed," Santiago muttered stroking his chin, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, isn't that a pity? Greed makes us do a lot of things including stealing from a mafia boss, someone who is known by the entire world to be cruel and ruthless." Santiago mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

"I swear I'll change." He cried out.

"Change? I doubt that, there's no way you are going to change. You did not only steal from me but you were fucking my staff, do you know what you've put that girl through?" His voice was surprisingly low.

Santiago took off his suit jacket, the first three buttons of his shirt were left undone, and he rolled up his sleeve. "Let's what you used to screw my staff and the other girls whom you've fooled with money that you stole." He lowered himself to the height of his hips, unzipped his pants and pulled them down.

A fit of laughter erupted from the mouths of Epiphone, Santiago and Cortez. "What the fuck is this? Don't tell me this is what you've been using on the girls you've screwed, what is this? Withered green bean?"

They took turns taunting him, and the man cried and begged to be set free, They've walked on his pride enough, he wanted out. "Let me show you what I do to people who steal from me."

He returned to the table that was in a room, weapons were on display, he picked a pincher, he took slow but nerve-cracking strides to his victim, With every step he took, it clicked on the mind of the man who was chained to the ceiling. He finally got to where his victim was, he stood in front of him and smiled, the smile was taunting.

Santiago grabbed his jaw in a firm grip, it was strong enough to part his lips open. "You used this mouth to eat what you stole from me," he mumbled inspecting his teeth. "Your teeth are so clean, pearly white, let's paint them." He pinched his teeth and slowly pulled it out.

The man yelled, his teeth turned red, blood spilt out of his mouth, "I'm sorry!" He cried.

Blood spilt on Santiago's clothes and face, "Urg," he groaned, "Stop talking, you are staining my clothes and face." He pinched another tooth and pulled the second tooth but it was quicker than the first one.

Santiago stepped back, "This is what you get for stealing from me." Santiago said, he returned the pincher to the table and picked a chain, he tied it around his his knuckles.

"Why are you just standing there Epiphone? Make use of the bat in your hand."

"With pleasure boss." Epiphone smiled. He beat him up to a pulp, the poor spat out a mouthful of blood, The only thing stopping him from crashing down were the chains on his hand.

"Please spare me." He begged.

Santiago gave him a tight punch on his face with the hand wrapped with chains. He punched him again and again until he was unable to speak another word. His face and body were stained with blood.

"Now let me show you what I do to people who rape helpless ladies." He unwrapped the chain on his hand and picked up a hedge shear.

"No please, no more." He begged his voice so low that Santiago couldn't hear what he said, he was weak, and his body was exhausted. His eyes wanted to shut but the pain he was feeling deprived him from falling asleep.

Santiago bend In front of him, his weight resting on his toes, he placed his dick in between the blades of the hedge shear. With one strike his dick fell off, and the man screamed, the pain was enough to bring back his energy. He screamed so loud, that blood oozed out of the wound, and the floor was drained with his blood.

The pain was too my for him to handle, his body couldn't contain it anymore, and he gave up the ghost. Santiago stood up and, removed a kerchief from his shirt pocket and cleaned his face and hands.

"Clean up this mess, Where is the shirt I requested?" He asked unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt he had on. "If Ruth sees me like this, she is going to flip."

"I'll need a new pair of pants."

He took a bath and changed his clothes, the blood stains on his body were long gone. "Put his body in a barrel, fill it with cement and dump it in the sea, let his body petrify in the depth of the sea." He ordered.

"Boss Meteo is calling." Santiago breathed out in annoyance, Meteo was the last person he wanted to talk to.

"Hola Señor," he greeted sounding respectful.

"Hola, there's this program I want to run and I'd like for you to be there, both you and your woman.".....