Mafia King

Chapter 3

Trevor POV

I walked inside the basement of my Villa. All my guards have their heads bowed…

“Where is that piece of s**t?” I asked as soon as I see Rodney.

“Right this way Boss…” he said as he led the way.

I got inside one of the cellars and saw a young lad could be my brother’s age or even older.

His head was lowered and he was holding his leg that was bleeding.

“Do you have a name?” The kid looks at me and sneer…

“I guess you’re mute!” I walked to him and stumped on his injured leg

“Ahhhh…” He let out a piercing scream.

“Not mute…but just stupid!” I said as I crouched in front of him.

“You attacked my club…” I looked at him to read his face. “I am going to ask questions and you, my friend are going to give me answers.” I stood up walked to the door and knock on it. “But before we get started with questions and answers game…I need you to fix your leg before it makes more mess on my floor!”

The moment I said those words the door opened and Hassan walked in with what’s needed for him to take the bullet out of his ankle.  

“Watch him…if he doesn’t take the bullet out in less than 30 minutes put more pressure on his leg.”

“Yes, Capo…” Hassan nodded

I walked out the cellar towards the stairs that lead to my house…

“So you are using Derrick’s unique technique on your new toy?” Caleb said the moment I emerge in the kitchen.

“Mmmm…” I walked to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

“I thought you hated being nice to your toys…”

Honestly, I do hate being nice to a dead man…but so far this kid is my closest thing since this whole thing started and Derrick wants answers which I don’t have at this very moment, and it is fucken frustrating me to the core.

“Well, the kid has the same mark as his the other men that have been attacking us…” Caleb said giving me his tablet.

“Claws?”

I looked at Caleb and he just nodded and took a sip from his vodka.

“Which family is he from? I have never heard for them before…!”

“Me too…now I sent some of our acquaintances this…maybe they could be of some help!”

“Also try to suppress the news to not leave the country…I don’t have time to answer Kitty’s thousands of questions.”

My sister should have really been an advocate like her friends with how she can ask me one question in five different ways. And I certainly want her to be off the radar until this whole thing is sorted…I can take my clubs being targeted but I would lose it if any of my family members are at their wits.

“I am working on it also…”

I left him going back to the basement…the time I have been gone thirty minutes has long passed.

“Kid…I have limited time, now don’t beat around the bush and answer every question I ask with no effort of lying and I might spare you!” I said these words the moment I opened the door.

I looked at the kid and no movement came from him…I turn to look at Hassan and he shrugs his shoulders…

“Did you kill my honorable guest?” I asked him motioning to the kid curled into a ball on my floor.

“No Capo…he just passed out, I guess he couldn’t take the pain anymore!”

“Did he take the bullet out?”

I walked to the kid and examine his leg…

“Yes, he did… Capo”

“Okay good…now let’s get this over and done with!” as soon as I said those words I twisted the same leg that is injured.

“Fuckkkk…” he let out a scream!

“Good…you not died!” I smirked seeing how he was in pain. “Who are you why and why are you attacking my clubs?” I dig my thumb on his wound…

“Ahhhh…fuck…you…I… am… not… saying… s**t…” he said between taking breaths. “You… motherfucker…” he tried to hold his now throbbing leg but I let go of his leg and grabbed his hand and clashed his fingers together tightly.

“f**k…you…do you think you scare me…” he let out a cry and this is where I know that I am about to dance the joyful dance with him.

“I see…I don’t scare you huh!” I looked around the room and spotted my equipment already placed on the table.

My men really know me too well…but I don’t think today’s guest I should be lenient towards him. I mean the guest really has balls to guess me this boldly in my lair…

“I ask the questions and you answer them…you don’t talk unless addressed!” I put pressure on him “Who are you and who sent you to attack my clubs?”

The kid just let out agony cries and still kept his mouth shut…

I let go of his hand and stood up… “I admire your level of loyalty kid…really I do!” I looked at him and saw him blowing air to his fingers… “But right now that loyalty of yours will only bring you to your death quicker!”

“Do you think you’re scaring me with death?” his voice was faint but from the tone, I can tell that he really isn’t scared of death at all…and he's definitely not a coward!

“No…I never scare people with death, I actually let them sense it and then let them feel it…and just went they’re so close to dying I bring them back again to the living.” I showed him by my index and thumb how far I can go… “But bring you back isn’t because I feel sorry for you or my conscience is working upon me…” I shook my head and walked to the table. I traced on my knives and looked at him…”No…no…I bring you back again so that I can let you experience my brutality over and over again…”

I signal for Hassan to tie him up on the bench… he nodded and got him up and pushed him harshly on the bench. Once he was done he covered his face with a white towel.

He walked out and I knew that he was going to get me water.

“I am going to demonstrate to you…of what I just told you!” I said as I took the towel off his face.

Hassan came back again and with two five-liter of water bottles, after him, Rodney walked in as well with two more bottles.

I smirked looking at the kid’s face that showed nothing but terror…

I let out a lunatic laugh and said… “That’s right fucker…you’re about to die!” I closed his face with the towel and took the five-liter from Rodney’s hands and started to pour it on his face.

The kid kept on struggling…but because he was tied down it was in vain! Once I saw that he stopped fighting it I stopped and gave him CPR!

“Welcome back to the land of the living kid…” I smirked at him…

“Are you ready to tell me your name or are you ready to visit the land of the dead again?”

Since this kid saw me he never showed any fear…but right now his face was white as paper, but I guess being drowned has something to do with it!

“Who are you?” I asked again.

“Mickey…” he answered while coughing…

“Good…now there’s progress between us!” I looked at Rodney and he took in the hint and left. “Now, who sent you to attack my Clubs?”

He looked like someone who is debating with himself…

I covered his face and drowned him again…I kept doing it over and over again! he kept begging me over and over again to let him die but the devil in me just laughed at him…

“If you think I am done with you, you wrong…” I put pressure on his neck and yell at him “Who is Nash’s Capo?”

“I don’t know…Nash gives the orders and we follow them!” he yelled with a hoarse voice.

“I am giving you one last time to give me an accurate answer or you are done with!”

“You don’t scare me the way my Capo does…” he said between coughing…

“Do you even fucken know who am I? I am the Fucken GHOST, people would rather perish than to come across me!” I announced and his eyes widen with horror…

“I am the motherfucken King of every Mafia lord out there…!” I looked at his face with nothing but irritation…”Now you better tell me about those claws mark on your shoulder back and who the new fishes in town are!” I deadpanned.

“They’re tiger claws, that’s all I know…but I don’t know who runs the organization. I just know the right-hand man Nash, he's the one that delivers the message to us all.”

Looking at his face I can tell that what he has given me is all that he knows… I got us from my chair and walked to the table and picked up the gun and aimed in between his eyes and pulled the trigger!”

I guess I need to search for the Nash guy now…he’s the key to getting the master of the claws!

“Clean this s**t out…” I looked at Hassan and walked out!

When I reached the house I saw that it’s now morning…