Running away from the Mafia King

RAGE HATE REVENGE 

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The smell of blood mixed with piss is strong in the room, I wish nothing more but to kill this fucker. "Who send you?" I demanded stabbing a knife in his leg again. There is no doubt one of my many enemies sent him here, I just need to know who. 

I have a lot of enemies. Perks of my job, but them thinking they can take me down. Not a chance in hell. 

"I don't-" 

"Answer my fucking question," I snapped pressing the knife deeper into his leg. The fucker screams at the pain thrashing his legs like a tenacious child. 

"I don't know- I don't," he cried seconds away for begging for mercy. We have him alive for two days now, two days of complete torture. If he were to tell us something it should've been said by now. 

In the next second, I pressed another knife to his neck slicking his throat. I am not a big fan of keeping people hostage, they either work for me or they die. I don't do in betweens'.

This fucker was of no use to me anyway.

Blood spurted out from his neck damping my shirt in his blood.

Fuck. If I can kill this fucker again I will. 

Rage. Hate. Revenge. 

These are the things that make a man a monster, wrath blinds us. Breaks us. But not for men like me, there is nothing left in us to redeem. 

I left the room annoyed that I am covered in blood this early. I discard my clothes step in and turn on the shower, I have a room in the warehouse. Most shipments are transported from here. 

Personally, I'm not a big fan of warehouses they are big, dusty, and dirty. But my family has had this place for a long time, I don't have a choice. 

"Sir, your brother left a message for you. He expects you to call him back." Ace one of my most trusted men informed me. I nodded at him took a seat in my chair and called my brother.

"Brother," he answered. Faint shuffling can be heard in his background. 

Unlike me, he has a life, a girlfriend, and a real job. I promised my mother to protect him from this life, to keep him away from this darkness.

"Eden, What was so important you want to talk about?" Usually, my brother visits me if he wants something - or wants to tell me anything. 

"I'm having a party tonight. And I want you there." 

"No," I replied relaxing my body in the chair - This conversion is over anyway. 

There is no chance I am going to any of his parties. My brother is seven-year younger than me, and his type of party is very immature. A bunch of teenagers drunk having sex like rats. 

Teenage girls are not my thing, half of them are needy with daddy issues.

They know I am a dangerous man but rather than running away from me they think having sex with me will have me wrapped around their fingers. This has happened to me way too many times, this one girl even ends up crying for me to love her. 

Love isn't something you just do. It's something you feel, you like, but most of all it makes you weak.

It makes you Pathetic. 

"I need you there, okay. I am going to make a huge announcement - Mom and dad are also going to be there. This is not just some high school party brother. Come please. " 

I sighed. I don't like saying no to my brother, But our parents are going to be there - the last thing I want is to meet them. 

Another reason for me to not go there. 

"No. Not when they both are going to be there." I respect both my parents but it is hard when every time you see your mother - she looks at you like you are some monster. She pities me and Pity is something I hate. 

My father sometimes tells me that he is very proud of the man I have become - But my mother, that woman just gets on my nerve.

I remember how much she used to love me, she used to tell me that every day. She used to pray to God, so I don't turn out to be like my uncle. 

My father's big brother Uncle Roman is my ideal. I admire that man with every fiber in my body, I guess it's genetic to me. I look more like my uncle than either of my parents.

He used to be the real capo of this Mafia. But because he doesn't have a son and also because he loves me very much, he gave me his place at the top. 

"Brother please, this means something to me." This boy. 

"Okay," I ultimately give up, he is planning something I do want to know what.

I just hope he isn't going to announce someone pregnant. He is too young to be a father. 

I think I need a drink. 

Ayushi 

"Make sure you finish all the projects at the end of this week. Ayushi I want you to help them as your work is already done." 

"Sure thing boss," I replied looking around the room and watching all these new faces. I and some people from the cloud department are here because our boss wants them to work their asses off this week. 

Fortunately for me, my work is already done. "And if I get complaints that any of you is not working hard enough that person will be fired by the end of this week." He gritted out in a threatening tone.

I chuckled at this knowing I am the best of the best. My skills helped this company earn some big contracts - So my job is not going anywhere. 

We all are now dismissed to get back to work. "Perdere Ayushi?" I turned to find a girl staring at me with a wide smile. 

"Um - Yes?" She is new, she doesn't work in my department I would've known who she is then. 

"Perdere, My name is Lucia. I adore you, your work I'm a big fan. " 

Aww, I love her accent as much as I love her English. I am having butterflies from this in my stomach - is it the best feeling in the world?

People here know that my Italian is so poor I can barely form a sentence.

"Thank you, I am flattered." I extended my hand forward for a shake. She accepted my hand with both of her hands. "I work in your department ma'am. This is my 1st day." She must be the girl who was appointed temporarily for Mark. 

"You do? Well if you have any problems or issues related to work. Vieni da me." I hope it means comes to me. 

" Gracie, would you like to come to dinner with me." WHAT? "My mother I told her a lot about you she will love to meet you." She added. 

Dinner with parents? 

Hell No. 

I think Lucia suspected the frown that has formed on my face. She stepped away a little to give me some space, "Or not that's okay. Thank you for being so kind." 

I smiled at her and strode to my cabin.

Talking about my parents is still very hard for me. 

Not just mine but parents in general. Those people should be a source of reducing stress in life but in my case, they cause it. I left my house when I was just a teenager, left because staying there was eating me up. 

I always wonder where I belong. When I was young I told my parents that I will leave them one day. 

My father just smiled and said no one desires girls like you. Girls like me. I still try to remember what does he even mean by that, I think he just wants to tell me how ugly I am or something else.

Ughh! I don't want to think about them. 

I moaned in frustration but called Marissa in. Marissa, she is my personal Secretary. 

Marissa is a smart girl, I gave her the job because her organizing skills are better than mine. Who am I kidding? I know nothing about how to organize stuff. This is why I always need her. 

She is around my age perhaps a couple of years younger than me. She is longer than me, duh everyone is longer than me. I'm just 5'2 making her must be 5'6 or something. 

"Good morning Ayushi. " 

"Morning Marisa, did you get the files I told you to get?" I asked her. 

" Yes, here they are " she took out a folder from the bunch of folders she is holding. And placed it in front of my desk. 

I opened the file to examine it but felt her still standing there. I raised my brows at her. 

"Is there something you want?" 

She inhaled a deep breath. " You are a very nice friend of mine. And I will very much like it if you can attend my birthday party tomorrow." She is inviting me to her birthday. 

Alcohol.

Cake.

Alcohol. 

"Of course, I will." I didn't think about it twice because parties sound like the perfect solution for my problems.

She smiled at me and told me that she will message me the party details later today. 

"Yeah okay, now go before I fire your lazy ass," I joked dismissing her. 

So, I have a party to attend. 

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