NFTMB)Chapter 14
Alessandro
(Like a god)
How dare she?!. That tramp dared walk out on me. Nobody has ever disrespected me the way that girl has. I needed to teach her a lesson.
First I had to deal with the rat in front of me. Sebastian informed me that there was a rat in our camp. He with my authority conducted a secret assessment and investigation on all my men.
The rat was Greg.
It was unbelievable. He was known as the meek and loyal one. He was timid and seemed like a good follower. Seems like looks were really deceptive.
I wouldn’t have believed that it was him if not for the evidence that Sebastian provided. He had a burner phone that was given to him by the Russians, I suspected. They have always wanted me eliminated.
Greg secretly had a child with the daughter of the Russian general and in exchange for their lives they made him provide valuable information to them.
He provided them with our shipments, our shipment arrival dates and most importantly our customers.
He would have secretly run me and my empire to the ground through his foolish act.
I’ve sent my hitmen to put a bullet through the girl’s head and send her head to me. After parading it in front of him, I would deliver it to her father and send a “friendly” message across. I could play dirty too.
I looked at his bloodied and battered up face. He looked like a mess. I landed blow after blow on his face. I wanted to get my frustrations let out on someone and he was the lucky one.
I punched him till he just stopped whimpering or moving. He was still breathing just slowly and hardly.
I willed myself to stop so I wouldn’t kill before his girl’s head got here.
“How does it feel Greg?”. I asked him while wiping my bloodied hands on a white handkerchief his lover made him.
His swollen and purple eye slowly and with great difficulty peeled up to look up at me.
I dangled the now blood stained handkerchief in front of him. I wanted to not just crush him physically but also emotionally too. It was working.
He opened up his mouth to speak but there was no sound. He tried again but it was still the same.
I couldn’t help the laughter that vibrated out of me.
Sebastian punched him square in the face once more before going back to his former position behind me.
“When the boss asks a question, you respond”. Sebastian barked at him.
I laughed out loud as all Greg could do was stare daggers at Sebastian.
“Easy now Sebastian, we wouldn’t want to kill our little friend now, do we?. We have a gift for him first”. I smiled manically at him.
I loved torturing people. It gave me the thrill. It made me extremely happy. I loved being in charge of people’s lives. It made me feel like a god.
I was on top of the fucking world.
“Capo”. Franco said, approaching us carrying a well decorated gift box. You could mistake it for a cute birthday present except for the red liquid dripping from it.
“Here’s what you requested, boss”. He said to me, showcasing the box.
“Good job Franco. Why don’t we let our good friend Greg here, see what’s in his package, hmm?”. I faked pity for him.
“That’s a good idea”. Sebastian chimed in while looking like a maniac.
“Please Franco. Do the honors, would you?”. I exaggerated with a swirl of my hand and a bow.
“My pleasure boss”. He said smiling wildly like he had won the jackpot.
Greg was growing frantic by the minute. His eye was going between us all the while.
I stepped back a bit allowing Franco to do what he was instructed to.
He excitedly dropped the box carelessly on the floor of the basement.
With his leg clad in black leather boots, he kicked the lid off of the box and his lover’s head was inside the box.
Greg’s reaction was iconic, it was epic. It was unforgettable, it was satisfying. I was greatly pleased.
He kicked and thrashed and tried to loosen his binds. For someone who I’ve plucked all his teeth off and burnt his tongue, he sure made a lot of noise. This man was in rage. Blood red rage. He really fell for a Russian mafia princess. What a waste. Absolute stupidity.
He looked like a raging mad man. He saw red.
He tried to charge at us many times but he couldn’t. He was subdued. He was powerless.
“Greg, won’t you ask about your baby? Or doesn’t he matter? He’s your heir after all”. I faked concern for the boy.
He made sounds I couldn’t make out what they were as tears fell uncontrollably from his swollen eye.
I had broken this man totally and completely.
“I can’t hear you man, you have to talk louder. I don’t speak loser, Greg. I’m your boss, the least you could do is offer me proper respect and loyalty but instead you went ahead and fucked the damn princess of Russia”. I spat angrily while harshly pulling his hair.
“You disappointed me Greg. Well, I hope that your son would not grow up to be like you because, I don’t know how merciful the Spanish mafia will be, especially if they find out that his maternal grandfather killed their king when he came to them seeking a peace treaty. Tsk tsk such a sad fate for such a small boy”.
I loved riling him up. He charged at me once more but he could not reach me. The realization hurt him like a thousand knife stabs to the chest.
He growled and looked me right in the eye. I looked at him square in his red eyes. I didn’t fear anybody, least of all him. He was way too easy.
“What? What’s with the look Greg. That’s not how you greet your capo.
I punched him in the nose as a loud crack filled the entire basement. His nose was broken.
Blood gushed out and dripped to his thighs but Greg’s gaze never faltered. They remained on me. He hated me. I could see and feel it.
I didn’t care. Almost everybody hated me. I didn’t care for their love or compassion. I was okay the way I was.
“Any last words Greg?”. I asked as I fished out my gun.
He didn’t respond, didn’t look down. He just looked at me while his tears flowed like a river.
“Well, in absence of any last words. We’ll call this lovely meeting a day”.
I aimed the gun at him but this man still didn’t look away. It was like I had changed him into another person entirely.
“Well hurry up Greg, your whore awaits you in hell”. I announced before pulling the trigger as his lifeless body toppled to the floor.
He was dead. I was content.
“Send their heads to the Russians and dispose of these animals”. I ordered my men as I made my way out of the basement.
Sebastian followed closely as he briefed me on the important task I assigned to him.
“What’s she been up to”. I asked him.
“She got a new job as a waitress at a nightclub downtown. It’s kind of dingy and shady. Not like ours”.
I was filled with rage. That girl disrespected, rejected and disregarded me. She would bear the brunt.
“And the boy?”. That driver boy wanted to have things done the hard way. I had no problem with that.
“He comes over to her apartment every 2 days bearing food and groceries around 5pm and leaves around 9pm most times through the alley. I think that’s where they have their date boss. Plus he opened up a youtube channel recently and is gradually building up a loyal fan base. Boss, he might decide to speak about you in one of his videos for publicity”.
That girl and that boy were testing my patience, I thought to myself.
I racked my brain for the fitting punishment for that boy but for now, my brain was blank. All I could come up with was torture and murder.
“Any other visits?”
“Yeah her best friends actually come over regularly to see her. The girl and the guy. Our sources say he’s always loved her since high school but she doesn’t know. He sulked for days when she agreed to work for you”.
My head snapped to him at the latest information. It was mind puzzling how many boys had a thing for this girl.
I wasn’t one of them. I didn’t care about her emotions or how she felt. I wanted her and like a greedy man I was, I would have her.
“What’s the guy’s profile?”. I asked curious.
“Simon Donovan. 26 years old. White male. Blond hair, blue eyes. 5 ‘9 inches. Works as a banker”. Sebastian delivered the necessary information perfectly. Sebastian was very efficient, that’s why he was my most trusted man.
“Hmm interesting. I think it’s time I paid the bank manager a friendly visit. It’s long overdue, don’t you think?”.
“Yes boss”. He responded enthusiastically as his dark side surfaced.
Sebastian was dark, twisted and bloodthirsty. He was just like me. He loved all things dark.
“One more thing boss”. He said, making me halt in my steps.
“What’s wrong Sebastian?”. I was curious.
“The nightclub belongs to Lucien Moss”.
A dark smile made its way to my lips.
“Buy the fucking nightclub”. I instructed walking away.