Devil

I pull the slider and press the muzzle against the man's forehead, who is kneeling before me. Sweat trickles down from the sides of his head.   

"I'm going to ask you for the last time," I say, my voice as rigid as a stone. 

"Was it Marcellus who sent you to spy on me?"

He shakes his head. "I told you already..." he trails off as he shivers violently. "The person who used to call me every night never revealed his name or who he worked for. However, every night he would ask me for information about you and I would give it to him. In return, he would send me a large sum of money."

It's definitely him. Unlike Marcellus, I have never been conspired against by any mafia leader to date because they already know what the consequences will be like. He sees me as a fragile glass he can easily crush with his hands. Little does he know that the same glass can make him bleed if he crushes it with bare hands. 

"What did you tell him about me?" I ask.

He pauses for a few seconds before answering in a stuttering voice, "I- I told him a- about your weapon dealing with the Italian mafia leader, Lorenzo."

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion before looking at one of my guards who is standing right behind the man I have pressed my gun against. Two more guards standing on either side. 

I lean back in my black leather chair.  

What does he have to do with my weapon dealing?

This is the third time Marcellus has tried to spy on me but fortunately, I caught this snitch within a few weeks, just like the others. Either he is very bad at choosing people to keep an eye on me or I'm very good at recognizing one's intentions from their actions and demeanour.

It is raining heavily outside which makes this evening more soothing. I would have been in bed right now, sleeping. But Marcellus has promised himself not to let me live in peace and sent an idiotic person who has no idea about snooping on someone.

"What else did you tell him?" I question again.

"I told him about the locations, where you ha- have set u- up your agencies." he lets out a shaky breath.

What will he possibly do? Blow them up? As if I can't build up another.

I scoff, getting up from the chair with a force that it gets pushed back. I throw the gun in the direction of one of my guards and he catches it while I make my way towards the window, I stuff my hands in my pants pocket and watch the rain as the droplets hit the glass and cascade down. 

We are in my office, it's warm in here. Still, I can feel the cold blood running through my veins. God, I want to slice his throat. He has made it very personal now. 

I turn around to see the man who is already staring at me. His eyes are shining with hope that I'll let him go since he told me everything but...........

I glance at the guards who are standing on either side of the chair and slightly nod. They immediately charge towards the man. All the colours from his face drain out as one of the guards twists his arms to his back and makes him stand up on his legs.

"I thought you would let me go!" he sobs as his eyes widen.

"Shh......" I shush him, a scowl forming on my face. "Just because I didn't kill you myself doesn't mean I spared you. In fact, you should be glad that I'm not the one who will kill you," I continue, taking a few steps back and leaning against the wall.

"The death I give to people is quite painful you know," I tighten my lips in a thin line. "And by the way, I don't want your filthy blood to spread all over my office floor while my guards behead you."

"Have a nice time in hell." I wave at him while he begs for mercy. Begging to give him another chance. The guards drag him out of the room and shut the door behind them.

I can still hear his screams. Which is more satisfying. Before I can even lift a finger the door again flings open and a guy walks in with a flummoxed expression plastered on his face. His dark blue eyes scan the whole room before it lands on me. He is good-looking. Silky short brown hair and honey-tanned skin. He's tall but not more than me.

My right-hand man, Keith. But sometimes he acts like an ass.

"Another snitch?" he asks as he approaches me. I nod. "How about if we just stop appointing more employees for our agencies?" he suggests.

"You know what? It's Marcellus who's sending them," ignoring what he just said I again bring Marcellus' topic. His eyes widen.

"What the hell," he mutters.

"So, shall we- No." I am not letting him finish his sentence. Because I already know what he will say.

Invade him. But, that's not what I want to do. I want him to suffer, so much that he wishes to die. I want him to realize that he should have considered the consequences before scheming against me.

"Why not, Zack? It's for the third time he sent one of his snitches to spy on us!" he furrows his brows. "Well, I would rather play along with him," I wink at him playfully.

"How?" he cocks a brow.

"At least I'm better at picking a spy than he is," I shrug walking over to my wooden desk. Files and other paperwork are spread all over the desk. 

"So now you will send someone from your side to spy on him?" he asks.

"Yes, but....." I point my finger at him. "Once my spy gathers enough information for us so that we can take a stand against him he won't be staying any longer with Marcellus," I say.

"So Keith. You will make a list of our employees and give it to me so that I can choose any one of them as a spy. You have the time of three days." I command, my voice grave. 

I caught Marcellus' two spies from the last five months but refused to take any action but now he has crossed his limits by sending a third one and I won't stay silent this time. 

I'll destroy him and every person who is involved with him.

He started this all and I'll put an end to it. No matter how long it will take, I won't be at peace until and unless I overpower him.