Part 2

Part 2

A black Mercedes came to a halt in front of the very popular casino of Italy. A man came forward and opened the door, for the person who was sitting inside the car

He came out, and his man bows his head in front of him giving him respect. 

Some other men also came to guard him with their heads down and with guns in their hands.

The person has a dangerous aura around him, in a black tuxedo with a Rolex wristwatch, broad shoulders and a tall and handsome face. He buttoned up his suit jacket after putting his gun inside his suit. 

He upped his lashes to read the name of the casino with a victorious smirk on his face. 

Another deal is going to crack tonight.

He entered and roamed his eyes around to find a huge crowd, some were busy playing, some were drinking and dancing madly. He saw many were almost in making out shamelessly.

He stepped inside towards the VVIP portion, while his men were making a path for him. 

Some girls saw him and tried to get close to him, and gave him a flirty smile.

He has everything that a girl wants, money, respect in society,  a perfect tall, muscled body with fair skin and blue deep eyes.  His eyes were the most attractive part of him. 

Every girl wants to be with him, many have a crush on him. He was the dream of every girl.

But they don't have any idea about his real identity. They know what he wanted everyone to know.

He smirks and simply avoids them.

They could not approach him as they were stopped by his men.

It just took a mere second to show them who he is. But he doesn't want to create any scene in the presence of normal citizens. 

He is Brandon Rodriguez, one of the top business tycoons of Italy. He has mentioned his name in many fields like in the hotel business, contraction and chemical factories. 

Now his new target is getting into the casino business. 

That's why he's here today.

But he has another personality too. 

He's Bratt.

He was the leader of the Most dangerous Mafia group of Italy "

He is known as Bratt, in his dark world,  the heartless, Cruel Mafia leader. 

Bratt, his name is the second name of fear for the people of Italy. But they only know the name. They have never seen him. 

That's how he carries his two identities.

He is Brandon Rodriguez, a businessman and Bratt in his dark mafia world. 

He sat on a posh leather couch, putting his leg on his other leg like a boss. 

Well, he is the boss.

Two of his men were behind him, and some stopped at the door. 

A waiter came and served him alcohol. He took a sip, sat comfortably putting his back on the couch. 

He checked the time in his Rolex watch. 

It has been 5 minutes more.

More to his tolerance. 

He is in his business mode, he doesn't want to be afraid of people. He has little care for them,  or he would have taught his lesson, who tries to show his attitude to him.

To show disrespect to him.

2 minutes more.

He got up.

His men straightened up.

"Get the owner here right now," he said, fists hard to control his rage. 

Just then Fred entered with a difficult expression on his face. 

"Boss we have a traitor" He informed him.

Rage flashed in his blue eyes. Brandon held no regard for traitors. He dared to betray him. 

Red hot anger rushed through his veins.

He wasn't surprised, since the eastern mob had been growing strong lately but what he didn't expect was that one of his men would turn out to be the spy for them.

He trusted all his men. He is the leader, a mafia boss of the most dangerous gang in the country. 

He has the news that a new leader of the east started conspiring against him. It was easy for him to track him down at once, he was being patient and letting his small efforts entertain him.

But this was beyond what he thought. His men are his wealth. His family. 

He owned them. He trusted them. The mere mention of one of his men betraying him made him angry beyond comparison.

He closed his eyes and his ned white due to the force he was applying. His veins were visible. 

"What else?" He growled, his voice was calm but his eyes said something else. 

Fred knew this side of Bratt all too well.

"We interrogated him. That bastard hasn't said anything." Fred informed him.

Fred is his second in command, the most trusted and strongest in his gang. 

He balled up his fists.

"I'll deal with him." He jumped to his feet from his luxurious couch chair. He buttoned up his suit. 

It's time to see the wrath of Bratt.

He smirks as his blue eyes turn dark.

He walked out of the bar, in no time he reached his mansion. He entered the hallway and directly went to his basement. He found a few of his men standing by sides lined up. They bowed their heads in respect as he walked in.

He stepped into the dark narrow hallway that led to the soundproof basement. His body tensed. There was pin-drop silence around him, only the sound was coming from his steps.

The whole room was dark, there was only one source of light, which was hanging above the person who was sitting on the chair in the middle of the room.

Well, he was not exactly sitting, he was brutally injured, all drenched in blood. His neck was lying down, his hands were tied. 

He was almost dead.

He saw Fred step back to give him a clear view of that person.

Brandon smells blood and smirks. He loves this.

He looked towards fraud to give an appreciating look at his work.

That person was shivered in his position sensing his presence. 

Brandon ordered his men to bring a chair for him. He was just looking at the half-dead person in front of him.

His fingers were inching to have him, his deserving fruit. Fruit of betraying him.

Dead

Cruel one.

Fred put the chair behind him, he sat on it without looking behind.

Fred steps to that traitor, Brandon gestures at him, he understands what to do next.

He grabbed his hair in his right fist, making him scream in pain. His eyes widened, in meeting with the most dangerous and blue eyes of his monster.

Yes, Brandon turns into cruel Bratt, who loves to kill and never forgive his betrayals.

Fear rushed to his body automatically. 

"Why?" He asked in his calm and furious tone. 

This voice was enough to make him realize what is going to happen with him next.

"S..sorry boss....pl..please..." 

A hard punch landed on his face, making him vomit blood.

"No excuse, no forgiveness. Just speak out the reason" He growled, grabbing his neck and squeezing it hard to make him choke.

He has no place of forgiveness and mercy in his life. 

This man's fate was decided the moment he betrayed him. 

His boss.

The Mafia leader.

Cruel Bratt.

"Last chance, why??" He again asked him to press his neck more. 

His knuckle turned white bypassing the second.

That person was begging for breath and his life.

"For..forgive.." he still tried to ask for forgiveness but the next moment he was dead.

Brandon doesn't forgive.

He gave him his chance but he didn't use that. 

"Throw out this bastard's body" he yelled, turning back, tightening his hold on his gun and his man followed his order.

He stepped out of the basement when the fraud took some steps behind him. 

He turned furiously. He saw he was looking down, but he knew there must be something important or he never tried to piss him off.

"What??" He asked.

"Boss, we have a clue that the Millers were also involved in this matter. That bastard betrayal was in connection with them." He informed me.

Brandon's expression changed on hearing Miller's involvement in this matter.

Millers were his competitor in his hotel business, he was getting suspicious of them. He knows that they were in touch with masters. 

He fished hard and anger rushed through his body.

How dare they support an outsider in my country. 

"Get me that bloody Millers," he said and stepped out of the basement.

Fred nodded and left to begin his new work.

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