Chapter 3
Killian
Pathetic
Thats the only word that comes to mind as this fucker sits, slump in the chair tied up.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, coglione.” I grabbed the knife I stabbed him with on his tight and gave it a twist. “Who sent you?” His roar of pain almost drowned my question. I pulled out the knife and almost shoved it through his throat.
“Last chance boy, or else the two days torture would be nothing next to what i will do next.” The look in his eyes was of absolute pain. Did he think that his show of pain would move me, much less his tears, that were raining down his sad excuse of a face?
The sight was way too disgusting to look at. In my world showing fear is like showing your soul and I would rather die than waste a single second in fear of my enemies.
Shaking my head, I moved behind him and took a hold of his sweat covered hair, yanking it back. “You had your chance fucker. See you in hell.” I slit his throat from ear to ear, enjoying every second as I hear the last of his screams. I looked around at the men in the eye who stood by and watched how a traitor was served. Let this be a lesson to anyone and everyone who even thinks about going the other way.
A chuckle came from my right as I turned towards the sound. “I dont think i’ve ever seen you this in peace as you do when there are people to slaughter.”
I lifted my eyebrow as a dark smile lifted my face. He shook his head at me with an equally disturbed smile “We all know who sent this motherfucker, there was no need to torture the poor guy for two whole days fratello.”
I stepped towards the sink at the corner of the room and started washing my blood covered hands. “Now now Jon, where's the fun in that?” Drying my hands with the towel i turned towards the indeed poor fucker. His only mistake was taking the wrong side. Betrayal towards me would get you a definite appointment with the angel of death.
“What are we going to do with him now?” Jonah asked as he moved towards the door and I followed.
I turned around to see my men still frozen, looking at my newest masterpiece. Some with wonder on their face and some almost shivering with fear. Good. Lesson learned. “Send his head to his boss.” I said with a smile as Jonah looked at me over his shoulder. Without a look back at them I left the room knowing it would be done by the end of dawn.
“Show that shit Benito that it was time he upped his game.” The sound of Jonah laughing at my response was something no enemy of ours would want to hear. It was a sound of sweet death that would soon be echoed in his house.
It was time Tony Benito reached his end.
A knock on the door shifted my attention from the fire burning in front of me. I didn't have to turn to know who was there. “What now Dom?”
“Whoa! Who pissed in your life now?” Dom said as he came to sit on the seat beside mine with his damn laptop still in his hands.
“Something tells me you are about too.” I nodded towards his laptop. “That thing never comes with good news.”
Dom let out a small laugh as he started typing on his laptop. “Well this thing is never without me, so are you saying….”
“Yes that's exactly what i’m saying you shit. Now tell me, who am I killing next.” I lifted my glass of scotch and took a big swing, silently preparing for the shit storm that was about to befall upon me. Never in our time in this world has Dom not come to me after midnight with his stupid laptop with a news that would most probably bring countless sleepless nights.
“Remember the guy Mack? Who came to take the loan with the dopehead girl?” My mind immediately went to the girl in the alley. It seems like our money grabber was famous amongst the ladies.
“What about her? We need to get our money Dom. Get the depehead.” My eyes were still on the fire as a pair of unique green eyes flashed through my mind.
“That's the problem K. She's gone.” My head snapped towards Dom as he sat there. His eyes were still on the laptop but his right pinky was shaking. A clear sign of something that was bothering him. “Rob went to her apartment as you asked to get her but...”
“Get on with it Dominic. We don't have all day.'' i snapped but only because his nervousness was getting me on edge.
The door behind me opened as Jonah came in. He froze as he saw the temperature had dropped a couple of degrees and he silently came to stand between us.
“The dopehead, Anastasia is Marcella's baby sister, the girl in the alley, who was with Mack.” Jonah lightly cursed but my eyes stayed on Dom. “Ana has disappeared. No one knows where. I’ve started tracking every possible signal but that's not where the issue is. She killed Rob as he went to get her from her apartment.”
A chuckle left me as I couldn't come up with any words. I remember months ago when my men caught him, he begged for a few days to get the money. He promised his girl in exchange. The girl who I thought was the dopehead Anastasia who came with him to get the loan. But it turns out that fucking bastard was playing with me even after dying.
He was good at hiding and considering it took me 2 months to find that fucker. And imagine my surprise when that fucker called me himself for a meet nine days ago. Saying he has what he owes. What i didn't expect was a girl next to him. No less a girl who was with him the day he ran off with my money. The girl he promised me instead of money.
Looks like his whore learned a thing or two from him other than blowing up her nose every second of the day. He wanted me to think that Anastasia was his girl when it was the complete opposite. That fucking shit.
“I want that girl now.” My voice was colder than the arctic itself and it showed as Dom’s pinking started shaking faster.
I turned towards Jon and gave the final word. “In the meantime, lets have some fun with the other sister.”
Jonah nodded yet there was something in his eyes. Something i’ve never seen in all our time in this world. Hesitant. Towards my order.
He left the room before I could question my brother. “Leave Dom. Find me that girl before I take it upon myself. We all know what that is like, don't we?”
A sigh left him as he wrapped up his cursed laptop. Before he could leave I asked. “Did the girl try to go to the police?”
“Who? Anastasia?” Dom asked and I couldn't hold off the irritated look I threw his way.
“No the other one. Marcella.” Her name rolled off my tongue as if claiming. Wanting.
“Not a peep from her end. Not even for her sister who hasn't shown her face for two days. Must be a frequent occurrence” Dom shrugged and left the room knowing there was nothing else required of him now.
A smirk grew on my face as my mind flashed with her face. Marcella Stark. Name as strong as the girl herself. Fearful yet stronger than the fucking pussy who was hiding behind her beautiful frame. Stronger than the stronzo rotting in a box all the way to Benitos house.
The only thing that came to mind right now was how much i would enjoy every second of her time here.
*‘Let the games begin’