Alexander pov.
“Do you remember the saying that’s been passed down in our family?” I asked, my voice low and unbothered as I sliced through the steak in front of me, my gaze never leaving the blade. “The one that reminds people what happens when they forget their place?”
Silence lingered, thick and suffocating.
A cold smile curved my lips as I set the fork down, no longer interested in the meal. My fingers curled around the knife, tracing its edge with careful precision, my eyes now fixed on the person kneeling in front of me.
“No answer? Seems like you’ve forgotten, but don’t worry, you’re about to learn it firsthand.” I said coldly, twisting the knife in my hand with ease before throwing it towards the direction of the idiot.
Jullian gasped, his eyes widening in shock. For once, the training he’d received kicked in. He scrambled to move out of the way, cowering and covering his head, narrowly avoiding the blade that had been aimed directly at his skull.
“Oh my God!” he screamed, glancing at the blade lodged in the wall just inches from his head. His eyes widened in disbelief as he turned to face me. “Fuck, uncle, you almost killed me!!”
I tilted my head slightly, narrowing my eyes as a frown tugged at my lips. Casually, I picked up another knife from the table, letting it roll between my fingers as I toyed with it.
“And do you honestly think I missed by mistake?” I asked, my voice cold and deliberate. Fear flashed in Julian’s eyes as he realized the truth: I hadn’t missed on accident. The next swing wouldn’t be aimed at his head, and while I couldn’t kill him, I wasn’t about to let him off easy this time. The knife would definitely find its mark.
Hm, where should I hit him this time? So many options, so many places that could really hurt.
A scoff escaped my lips as my eyes flickered to his crotch, and a wicked idea flashed through my mind, causing my smirk to widen.
Julian, sensing what I was thinking, quickly shielded himself with his hands, desperately trying to create space between us. He glanced at the door to his left, perhaps considering bolting, but before he could fully stand, my men stationed by his sides pushed him back down.
His eyes widened, and he quickly swallowed nervously, muttering a curse under his breath. In a frantic motion, he dropped to his knees, his forehead nearly touching the floor as he trembled.
“P-please have mercy on me, my king wait, no, that’s wrong. I I mean, please don’t be angry, uncle. I swear I didn’t mean to cause trouble! I only took my sister-in-law out last night because she said she was bored and lonely, and like the good cousin I am, I took her out to the club”
His frantic explanation was abruptly cut off as the knife in my hand flew toward him, but this time, it stopped just inches from the ground, hovering near his crotch.
Eh, looks like I missed again.
I shifted my gaze from the knife and saw Julian frozen, his eyes fixed on the spot where the blade had stopped. A moment later, his eyes rolled back, and he dramatically flopped to the ground, arms and legs spread out.
My expression remained unfazed as I reached out and took a bite of the steak on my plate, casually chewing before speaking.
“If you don’t get up now, you won’t ever have the chance to get up again.”
Almost instantly, the little rat opened his eyes and shot up, getting back on his knees, his head bowed as tears and snot streamed down his face. It was a pathetic attempt to appeal to some soft side of me, but he clearly didn’t know who he was dealing with. If he did, he’d know that I couldn’t care less about his tears-they only irritated and annoyed me further. Pathetic.
I sneered, my focus returning to my steak as his cries echoed through the dining room, stretching on for God knows how long.
“Wah, wah, u-uncle, how could you treat your cousin like this? If my father finds out about this, he won’t accept it! I’ll tell him! No-I’ll go back to Italy!”
I raised an eyebrow at his words, mildly amused. Was he really that stupid? Did he not know that his father had practically abandoned him and paid me to keep him from ever setting foot in Italy again due to the constant trouble he’d caused there?
What was it again that broke his father’s patience? Oh, right. It was when the idiot set fire to their house after throwing a party. Did he really think his father would care now?
Perhaps I should just end my uncle’s problem by killing Julian once and for all. Like I said, if talking didn’t work, then violence was always the answer.
However, before I could dwell on the idea any further, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the stairs. I didn’t even have to look to know who it was.
“Master Felix! Please, can you slow down? I can’t run that fast!” Sebastian’s voice rang through the space.
I raised my head, my gaze settling on Felix as he clutched his book tightly, his eyes fixed into a glare directed straight at me.
Hm? What did I do this time?
“Oh my God, Felix! Felix, you’re here!”
Julian immediately stopped crying, his face lighting up the moment he saw the kid. He quickly wiped his tears and tried to crawl toward Felix, only to be held back by my men. That didn’t stop him, though-he struggled against their grip, desperately trying to reach Felix.
“Felix, come here! Come and save your uncle-”
He froze mid sentence as Felix stopped and gave him a disgusted look, the corner of his lips curling into a sneer as he slapped Julian’s hand away from him before muttering a quiet “Idiot”
Julian’s mouth opened and closed in shock at Felix, but no words came out. He could only watch as Felix turned around and walked up to me, each step heavy with anger. For a brief moment, I felt a faint yet undeniable wave of murderous intent radiating from him.
This-whatever it was-made me chuckle. I dropped my fork onto the plate, leaning back as I watched the kid. You know, I’ve seen plenty of dangerous people-men and women who exuded both power and lethality. My father was one of them, a man who embodied strength and dominance. But despite all that, I had never encountered someone who looked this dangerous, the way Felix did.
Despite his age… how should I put it? He carried a presence about him that no child should possess.
It made me proud yet a bit worried.
Felix stopped right in front of me, his lips curling into a pout as he pulled out his notepad and pen, furrowing his brows while scribbling something down.
Yeah, I was definitely in trouble.
I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose before shifting my gaze to Sebastian, raising a brow as if to silently ask-what now? What mess was I supposed to clean up this time? More importantly, what kind of poison was I expected to swallow today?
“B-Boss,” Sebastian started hesitantly, but before he could finish his sentence, Felix turned his notepad around, wordlessly showing me what he had written.
As soon as I read what he had written, my eyes twitched, and my frown deepened.
I must have forgotten one important thing about Felix-one crucial detail-and that was that he was still an innocent five-year-old, not the intimidating person I had presumed earlier because…
“You! What did you do to Mommy? I saw her-she had bruises and marks all over her body! She could barely even stand! Uncle Daniel said it happened because of you. Did you hit her?! If you did, then I’m calling the police to have you arrested, you crazy old man! How dare you hurt my mommy?!”
“…”
“Haha, Uncle, your son wants to call the cops on you.”
I flicked my gaze from the note to find Julian now standing behind me with a smirk as he read the notepad.
Shifting my eyes, I noticed the men who had been holding him down earlier were now sprawled on the ground, beaten to a pulp by the idiot himself just moments ago.
I must have also forgotten to mention one crucial detail about that idiot-despite his foolish antics, he was still a highly trained member of the mafia family.