Mafia King

Trevor POV   Oomph…Oomph… I punched the rat that thought he could double-cross me, and get away with it; continued to punch him on his face and stomach. He cried in pure agony his face was filled with blood and his saliva was more blood than saliva. “So Reece…are you going to tell me what happened to my money now?” He mumbled something I couldn’t hear…since he couldn’t talk properly because of the beating he got. “Do you even know how much you made me lose in the trademark?” The trader coughed and ruined my white tile floor with his blood… “I hate talking by myself Reece…now I feel like I am interrogating myself, which is not cool if you ask me.” I kneel in front of him “The guards will even start to think that I have gone insane, which will be a total bumper on my side…imagine being reported as a crazy person! Me…GHOST…crazy…that will be the day!” “Tell you what…how about you clean after yourself, while I think of the punishment I should give you huh?” I threw my handkerchief at him and got up. I turned and walked towards the table and picked up the carving knife from the steel tray. Walked back towards him and saw that he hasn’t used my handkerchief at all. What a shame… “David…” I called one of the guards that were on guard outside the room. He walked in and bowed his head, ready to hear my orders. “Pick him up and chain him to the chair.” The guard did as told; as soon as he was done…he bowed and waited to hear if I want anything else for him. “Shirt off…” I said as I was now sharpening my knife on a coarse stone. This is so therapeutic if you ask me…the sound the knife makes when it comes in contact with the stone is so soothing, this beats the therapy sessions that Katharine made me go to once a week. David was done and I signalled him to leave the room. “Now…let’s have some fun shall we Reece!” I walked to him and let out a manic laugh. I ran the knife above his chest, and it made a deep wound there. He screamed in pain and cursed me… “Wow…I think I made it too sharp don’t you think?” I looked at the knife and back at the wound I made. “Ohh and thank you for the compliment man, I really appreciate it… I mean no one has cursed me in years, now you can imagine how pleased I am to hear you say that to me.” I smiled at him. I kept on cutting him all over his body like that until I felt satisfied with the torture. “Hey Reece man, don’t give up on me now…we are not yet at the best part of our fun game yet. Are you thirsty? Must I ask them to get you some water or beer?” He just tries to give me a glare, which failed terribly so! Blood was now oozing out of him, and I can see that he's just holding on. “You know I am trying to come up with a better punishment for you, but I can’t seem to decide to choose which one is best for you. How about you help me decide?” “Okay here is what I have in mind…you can choose from the given list. 1. Continue with what I am doing by changing knives…2. We can use my favourite which is giving you a wax treatment, I mean your chest could do with a nice wax don’t you think? Or…3. I can let leeches such you dry, it will take the whole day and night if you ask me, and will be more painful than what I have been doing to you now… OMG, what about my number 4? This one is actually my favourite, I use a plier anyone you want. It can be electrical or not, I mean the choice is yours…I use that to cut your nails hands and toes, I am just here to pamper you, man.” After few seconds I said… “You know what??? You are no fun man!” I stood up and walked to the table and took a peeling knife and cut his throat. Blood spilt out and his crying was now muffled. I call out David again and walked to the table…    He walked in and bowed his head. “Find someone and clean this mess…”   I wiped the dripping blood off my hands and threw the bloody cloth and knives into a disposable bag. The body is still in front of me… I smirked looking at my beautiful creation. Those who knew the legendary Derrick Roberts the first will say I am his replica… while I think I am worse than him or those who came after him or before him. I was not like this in the beginning…I despised killing at first, but after what happened ten years ago when the woman I loved betrayed me; this was all that gave me sanctuary. In my world you can only be conceded a man after you have taken a life, as for before that…you are just a mere boy that still plays with action figures and goes to bed at nine while the grown-ups go out and play or hunt! That day, ten years ago, my father and grandfather couldn’t be more proud of me…I was finally the man I was meant to be, the heir they have always wanted and the leader they have trained me to become. I became ruthless…I am what the world calls a monster. Parents tell their children scary bedtime stories about me, the ‘GHOST’ that kills for fun…just to feed his cravings. I spent weeks without eating and not talking to anyone… when I was given food, I couldn’t keep it down I gaged everything out. The only person that was always there and forced me to eat and get back up was my aunt Karen. She even camped in my bedroom and became the nurse she was. Aiding at my every need and made sure that I had something to eat even if I end up throwing up. Aunt Karen has always been there for me, I think if I had other aunts…she would have been my favourite aunt. The two of us don’t actually have a nephew and aunt relationship, but we have what my father calls ‘Mother and Son relationship.’ Now years of experience…Killing and torturing people allowed me to control my feeling of wanting to gag and also made me senseless when it comes to the smell of blood or any disgusting smell out there. .*.*.* I got a call from the bodyguards I assigned for my sister this morning, which was a night for them back in LA since I am eight hours ahead of them…apparently, she moved out of her apartment and her neighbours don’t know where she went. When I called her she wanted to end the conversation so quick which is so unlike her…Kitty loves to talk and whenever she gets the chance to talk to me, she would go on for hours telling me about her time at university and how much she enjoys writing her articles. She’s even worse now that she is teaching a class…whenever we talk I can hear that she is happy, and content. Something isn’t right…I can just feel it in my guts… Like the family motto always say “Et audax vivo fidunt tuis instinctum” and right now I have to trust my ‘instinctu.’ Kitty is hiding something from me…and whatever it is she holds it dear. She never wanted Vanessa or anyone she is close to; to know that she is actually a Roberts or where exactly we get our fortune from. **Prepare a jet for me…I want to be in LA by tomorrow at the latest** I sent my second in command and best friend Caleb a text. **What’s happening there?** This guy can really piss me off sometimes…he asks questions like he's my dad or mom. **Did you forget that I have a baby sister that stays at California i***t? Now if you still want your head to be attached to your neck do as I tell you and stop questioning me!** **Alright…Alright…no need to bite me, want someone to tag along with you? Haven’t seen that beauty in a long time.** Caleb has been in love with Kate since we were kids…but as for my baby sis, she always and forever categorized him as a big brother. Which is actually good for Caleb because if he dared to touch my sister I would have had his head, and forgotten that his my best friend. “Boss…there has been a gun shooting at TRD!” “What???” I stood up from my chair and took out my gun. TRD ‘The RedDoor’ is my club and is one of the most famous clubs here in London… Rodney nodded his head… “Mark has been shot and sent to the hospital!” “f**k…did they catch whoever attacked?” He looked down… “Answer me…Dammit” I yell at him and he flinched “They got away and the ones that are left behind are already dead!” This is just f****d… “Call Caleb and Justin…and tell them to meet me at the club!” As soon as I said those words I walked out of my office. “Trevor did you get hold of my Kitty?” my grandfather asked as soon as he spotted me. I did tell them that Kate moved out of her apartment and she is not picking up her calls at the moment, as she is busy unpacking…I can’t tell my grandfather and father that the bodyguards I assigned to protect her can’t get hold of her and that they don’t know, where in California she is because they will go all rampage and start world war 3 with the Americans. If you think I am extremely protective over my baby sister, wait till you meet my dad and grandfather…they are beyond. I think it’s because she is the only girl in the family that’s why the old men are so head over heels. “Yes…I have to go Paps, TRD was attacked!” I didn’t let him question me or spare my parents and Owen a glance. I ran outside got in the car and Hank started the car. As soon as I reached the club the cops were all over the place. “f**k…!” I hit the passenger seat. I walked out of the car, and went towards the scene… “What the f**k happened here?” I asked as soon as I saw my club manager Chad he was with a police officer. “Mr Roberts…I don’t know, it seems like a gang fight!” the i***t said. I really need to find someone close in the inner circle to be my manager, not this i***t. “Mr Roberts…I am detective Bruce Hyde, do you mind if I asked you a few questions sir?” Of course, I mind dickhead… “Detective… Ask me questions after I have all the answers to what happened to my club. As you can see I just got here and I know nothing of what has happened yet…you just heard me asking what happened a second ago!” my voice was laced with annoyance. Truth be told and shaming the devil…I hate cops, you will think that I hate them because of my line of business but that’s not it at all. For now, let’s just end with the fact that I can’t stand them since they can be easily brought! I walked around the club to check on everyone. “Ted…any casualties from our customers and employees?” I asked the bartender taking a bottle of vodka from the counter. “Just injured as far as I know sir…and they were sent to the hospital. Vivi was shot on her thigh…” I looked at him confused when he said someone’s name that I didn’t know. “Vivian is our new waitress sir…she started last week.” “Ohh, tell Chad to pay everyone that was injured hospital bill. And send the girl flowers also courtesy from TRD.” “Yes sir!” I pour myself a glass of vodka and was about to sip from it when I heard someone call out my name.   “Trev…” it was Caleb; as soon as I spotted him I gulped everything in the glass and walked to him.   “Did any of you managed to check the dead bodies for any possible leads?” “Not really…but you have got to check what we found at the back of the club.” He walked towards the backdoor of the club and I followed him. The police were everywhere…talking to everyone that wasn’t injured. We reached the back of the club and police were also here taking pictures, Caleb turned to face the wall, my gaze followed him and the police that were taking the pictures and what I saw left me stuck in my place…