Rocco laughed along, convinced Andrew had lost his mind. "Everyone who falls into East Side's hands ends up scared witless. It's understandable!"

The lackeys guarding the warehouse entrance relaxed, exchanging amused looks. They began calling out suggestions for torture, each more horrific than the last.

"Mr. Madden, how do you want to handle him? Chop off a few fingers first, or maybe castrate him right away?"

"Look at his flawless skin. Maybe we could sell him to a… certain kind of club,