It will hurt more

Nicholas landed a fist in a man's face and he stumbled backward, falling into the stack of crates.

The other man looked in fear, as they should. The man against the crates was scared to shit when he found out with whom he was messing. There were three dead men on the ground when Nicholas moved and grabbed that last man's neck so hard he was surprised he didn't snap it right off his body.

That man cried out in agony and tried to free himself from Nicholas's grip. But it wasn't going to happen, he was overpowering him. Nicholas was so enraged, three kills were not enough for him to feel any better, he wanted more. But before that he wanted information.

"Who told you to do this?" Nicholas asked sternly to the man in his grip.

The man shut up and his eyes went wide. He had been trembling and was struggling to speak.

"Speak up, you bastard." he growled.

"I---I didn't know those were your weapons. If I knew I would never do this. We---were paid and we did what he asked." he stuttered out.

"Who asked, you fucker give me a name!" Nicholas growled shoving the man against the crates harder.

Nicholas didn't know how long could he hold it, his patience was running out. He had sent his ships filled with weapons expected to be shipped to Mexico and had a deal with the officer who was incharge there to help them, they had even bribed him but suddenly Nicholas received the news their ships were seized and all the weapons also disappeared.

It was worth two million dollars deal and the client was one of their regular customer, the deal was fucked up and Nicholas was loosing his mind. These men he had caught, they were the ones who teleported the weapons from the ships. But they didn't know whose weapons they were. Now they are not even alive to regret on their doing except the one which will also soon face the wrath of Nicholas.

"That--that new officer, he told us." the man stuttered out. New officer. Nicholas knew it had to be someone new. Because no way in the hell anyone who knew Nicholas Pierce would get the courage to mess with6him like this. His name is enough to put the fear of God in any man who dared to cross him.

"That's all I know. Please--please let me go." he joined his hands infront of him.

Let him go? With the extreme rage running in his veins Nicholas had never learned to let anyone go alive from his anger.

That man backed away on his hands scraping on the concrete floor. Terror was written all over his face. His body shuddered under the gaze of Nicholas. And Nicholas he was enjoying the view in front of him. The fear of death in the eyes on the man.

How the fuck they dare to touch his weapons let alone hide them and piss him off. "I don't know.....I really don't know." the man's voice trailed off and he swallowed.

Nicholas threw a knife in his thigh and the man screamed in agony. Before he could recover, he threw another knife in his another thigh. The man tried to back away from Nicholas, scared of his pitch black eyes and rage burning inside them but he was unable to move now. The pain had taken him and the walls trembled with the echo of his cries.

The wounded man had now started crying harder. He was trying to talk to beg him but he couldn't. The words weren't coming out of his mouth.

Million of deal was on pause because of these lowlife fuckers. Nicholas knew the real culprit was the new officer. Oh, he would deal with him in a good way. He'd deal with him so good that the fucker would cry with the remembrance of his ancestors but right now Nicholas had to take this anger out. He wasn't easily satisfied because of much of a sadist he is.

He pulled another knife from his pocket and threw it into the man's shoulder. This time when the man screamed, Nicholas was on him.

"Fucker, tell me where are the weapons?" Nicholas snarled grabbing his mouth and set the gun at his temple, ready to blow his head off.

The man was crying shuddering in pain.

"If I knew.....you know I'd tell you." he blurted out running out of breath.

Nicholas had started to believe that man actually didn't know anything 'because how long would someone lie under his gun?'

"Goodbye, then." Nicholas smirked.

He cocked the gun at his forehead and put his finger on the trigger. The man's stupid eyes went wide and his breath hitched. Nicholas popped a bullet between that man's eyes and dead.

He stood up from the top of the man and last time kicked his dead body. The blood of that man was all over his face tainting his godly features.

He walked to a guard standing there head low, slightly trembling. He was there the whole time with other guards watching the horrible scene. Nicholas took out a white handkerchief from the guard's coat pocket as cleaned his face with it and then he cleaned his gun with it. He raised his deadly gaze towards the guard and said "Want to be at his place?"

The guard lowered his head more and stuttered out "No--no boss."

"Then what are you waiting for?" he asked deadpanned. "GO AND FIND BRING THAT NEW OFFICER INFRONT OF ME." he yelled at every guard present there they trembled at the authority of his voice.

"Yes boss." they yelled in unity and started jogging out of that go down.

"Wait." he demanded and all of them stopped at their places right immediately and tuned their head towards him, head lowered.

"Bring his family also seeing them suffer, it will hurt more to him." he smirked. They all gave a curt nod and went out of there immediately.

Nicholas Pierce a most feared name. The boss of the Italian mafia and a powerful man in the business world. Cold-hearted, rude, ruthless, merciless and emotionaless are the words which describe him. He is known for his godly features also. Black hair, sharp jaw, biceps and a muscular body with rare amber eyes. He don't have anyone to call his family or loved ones. He don't even know from where he came from.

When he was a kid, he was wandering alone on the streets after running from an orphanage. The Italian mafia boss of that time, found him and trained him and carved a heartless man what he is now. After the death of the Italian boss he became the new boss and now ruling everyone.

He made his own territory and now extending it more and more. Tyler Ashley and Ace King became his friends when he was being trained with them and he trust them only. They work with him as his right and left hand man.

Illegal business, exchanging weapons, killing, gambling and trafficking are black marketing, doing drugs and all types of illegal works he does for power. He own many chains of hotels and clubs and behind it he earns his black money.