3. Do Not Betray The Mafia King!

★LUCIANO★

Hovering over her as she slept, I studied her closely; She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin and her hand was placed neatly beneath her oval face. She must be a native, I thought to myself. Because her beauty was deeply mesmerizing. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows inclined slightly as she slept.

I knew her mind was conflicted at this moment. Probably going through the phase of her father's betrayal all over again. Her delicate ears framed a pointed nose and her languid eyelashes of Velvet-black were tightly closed. It was a pleasure to see her flowing, midnight-black hair crashing over her shoulders. And to compliment all her pretty features, she had smooth white porcelain skin.

Indeed, she was the epitome of beauty and perfection. Worthy of every dime I spent to acquire her and a part of me was somewhat delighted my money didn't go to waste. Now, she would be mine and mine alone. I would use her mainly, to satisfy my boredom. Plus, I could not wait for her to regain consciousness.

It'd been two days now, dammit!

The betrayal from her father must have hit her very hard because she passed out soon after he left. Well, I couldn't blame her. She was still a young, charming, and naive girl who haven't gotten accustomed to the reality of life.

In life, anyone can betray you. Plus, the painful part of it, is that- betrayal hardly comes from someone far or distant from you, it's perpetrated from within- Perhaps by; your clique of friends, best friends, and worst of all, your dearest families.

I'd reserve my story for another day.

Placing my hand on her forehead, I observed her temperature. I felt somewhat relieved that she was no longer burning and her fever had subsided. All of a sudden, someone knocked twice, interrupting me from my thoughts.

Hardening my jaw, I stood to my feet.

"Yes."

Immediately, the door opened, revealing my right-hand man, Romano. May I add that we have known each other for years, since our childhood days way back in Italy? He had been my best friend and most trusted accomplice. But still, he accorded me my deserving respect.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Boss."

"Go ahead. "

"We have captured Carmelo and Pablo."

I clenched my fist and bit my lower lip. "Those damn bastards!" I sneered.

I walked towards him and pat his shoulder softly. "Good job, RM. Now, get my persecution box. I'm going to teach those bastards, not to ever betray me in their next life!" I declared between gritted teeth.

Pulling off my black button-down jacket to replace it with my black cloak, I readjusted the collar and turned around to grab the gloves I would use to torture them.

Furthermore, I opened my closet and picked up a pistol that caught my attention amid the battery of guns in my wardrobe.

Those motherfuckers were going to get what was coming to them.

Thereafter, I walked out of the room with Romano following right behind me.

I trudged down the stairs to the dungeon in pure anger and hatred for them.

How could they?

Pablo absconded with my money after I ordered him to deposit it at the bank. A whooping sum of two million dollars!

While Carmelo decided to dine with the devil and snitched on me. He had been divulging all the useful information he could get from my daily activities to my fucking nemesis, Ramos.

Hardening my jaw to give me the intimidating look, I readjusted my gloves and clenched my fist.

The dungeon was chillingly cold and dark, just the way I liked it. Reaching Pablo's cell first, I nodded to the guard who opened the door for me, and I stepped in. There he was; all tied up bloodied and beaten badly. His head hung low, his shirt ripped to pieces and I could see several bloodstains on his bare, bloodied chest.

My footsteps didn't wake him up which further boiled my anger. Nodding towards Romano, I instructed him through my nod to wake him up. One slap was all that was needed and he woke up a stir.

Shakily, he raised his head and his black orb eyes met mine and I smirked to see the light vanish from within them, just to be replaced with nothing but fear and complete horror and I liked it. I liked it when people feared me. That's just how I ruled. You mention my name and people would cower in fear. I feast on fear and drank from the goblet of vile horrors.

I took a few calculated steps towards him to slowly instill the fear within him, when reaching near, I bent till my face was merely inches away from his and uttered the only word in a mere whisper which I know would send rapid waves of chill down his fucking spine, "why?" That was all I had to say before he started to cry. Another poignant thing to see which further spiked rage within me. I was an impatient man and have no time for all this bullshit.

I slapped him right across the face and said, "I am asking you one last time, Pablo, why? You fail to give me an answer, you know the consequences." with a sneer, I added. "Alas, you were one of my most trusted men, so you know what happens when you disobey me."

He remained quiet. I gave him a few more seconds, but when his head hung low and he didn't speak up, I shot at his right foot. Instantly, he began cussing under his breath and yelled in pain. Trickles of sweat beaded his furrowed brow and he swayed back and forth, struggling for freedom.

But I haven't even started yet. With a devilish smirk plastered on my lips, I opened the persecution box held by Romano and picked out the plier. Knowingly, I spun around so he could see what was in my hand.

He knew damn well what the plier was meant for, so his pupils dilated in shock with his lip quivering in fear of what was about to happen to him. I waited a little more to see if he would speak up. Yet, he didn't. I wanted him to plead for my mercy with hot tears, rolling down his cheeks.

Mafias, hardly crack; I knew about that rule, and considering he was once my favorite and one of the strongest henchmen I ever had, he was satisfyingly pulling this off.

But unfortunately for him, I was up for the challenge. I made up my mind to crack him until he begged me to spare his life and heaven know, I wouldn't. No one steals from me and roams free, not even my blood.

Forcing his swollen right eye wide open, I thrust the plier into his eye and ripped out his eyeball, tearing it away from its socket. His loud cry resonated across the four walls of the dungeon and it sounded like music to my ears. Blood oozed out in spurts from his eye socket, soiling my black cloak and his already torn shirt.

Once more, I decided to give him the benefit of doubt. Placing my two hands on the arms of the chair, I leaned toward his face until I was only a few inches away. I needed his one surviving eye to stare into mine, so I could unmask his fear and make him confess.

"Why the fuck did you decide to steal from me, Pablo. Why?"

He tried to speak through his blood-smeared teeth and I noticed he had lost a few already. Good! Another way to add more agony to his pain. I waited a few seconds and when I saw he made no attempt to clarify his actions, with an annoying and disapproving growl, I forced his mouth open. Then I started using the plier to cut off his teeth, unequally. His body jerked uncontrollably, with his chest heaving expeditiously and I could see his ribcage stretching for air. Yet, I did not stop. I yanked off his incisors, molars, and canines. Then I left a few, should in case he made up his mind to state the reason why.

"Your mom's surgery bills, who paid for it? Who sent your brother abroad to study English, who saved you from the verge of death after the loan sharks decided to murder you in cold blood for not paying back their money?!" I fired at him and took two steps away from him. "I did all that, didn't I? But this is how are you fucking repay me?" I asked, pausing only for a moment.

He shook his head solemnly and his one good eye stared intently into mine, begging for mercy. My heart leaped for joy when I noticed he was about to crack, so I chose to hasten the process.

"Since you decided to do this, I think I should retract all the good thing I fucking did for you..." and while pretending to count with my fingers, I said; "I will capture your mom and kill her too, after all, she owes me her life, then I'd withdraw your brother from college and torture him for days, he will be aware that you're the cause of whatever he will go through and he's gonna curse you until he has taken his deep last breath... "

Blabbing incoherently, he yelled out loud. "Boss, please...I'm begging you to spare my family, "

A knowing smirk crept to the corner of my lips as I watched him beg, but he was too late. He should have done that without stretching out my patience. Deep down, I knew I would not lay a finger on his family, in this case, they did nothing to warrant that but if such issues arises, I could take down the whole family in one clean motion.

"So why?" with a curt nod, I beckoned on Romano to give me the tongue tearer, his reason had to make actual sense only then will I spare his tongue but I would still kill him.

He let out a loud grunt and spit out some of his broken teeth, accompanied by blood out of his mouth. "T-there is this girl, B-boss. She is pregnant for me....."

".....So you stole my fucking money for a girl?" I bellowed, casting him a questioning glare. That fucking does it! Without further ado, I forced his mouth wide open and inserted the tongue tearer, clasping it around his tongue. Then with one forceful pull, I yanked out the tool alongside his ripped tongue.

Blood splattered on my black cloak and I cussed under my breath as I noticed his filthy blood had soiled my hand. His body swayed back and forth, jerking uncontrollably on the chair. Then his head hung low with blood oozing out of his open mouth to form a pool of red crimson blood at my feet.

I knew the asshole was already dead but to send him on a farewell journey to hell, I shot him in the middle of his head and huffed.

"Clear him," I instructed Romano, who simply nodded at everything I said. "And where is Carmelo?"

"He is in....."

"Boss, boss, boss." Adriano came running into the cell, panting like prey being chased by an apex predator.

I arched a brow at him. "What?"

"The young lady is awake and she tried to escape."

Having heard that, I tossed Romano my gun and pulled off my black cloak. "Get this cleaned and finish Carmelo off." then I walked out with Adriano following right behind me.

On getting to the exit, I heard Carmelo's loud cry, and a gunshot reverberated after. Good job! Romano, I said to myself.

Now, the young lady gets all my attention.....