SPEED DATING WITH A MAFIA KING

6. A MAN'S WORLD

AZRAIL’S P.O.V

The car door closed behind me with the car dark inside. My eyes stayed on the door of the house, staring at it as if she would walk out again.

The car turned from the drive way, driving away from the girl who had once been my wife.

My mind was everywhere and no where at the same time. I did not know what I was thinking nor what I was feeling. It had always been like that all my life, just numb.

My hand slipped into my pocket and I could finally get some work done. I bent under the chair, pulling out my laptop bag from the compartment. It was nine at night, still a lot to be done. I would not be working tomorrow, not knowing how I felt about that. But it just tripled my work load for the night, not that I minded.

The laptop was flipped with me getting ready to bury myself in work, but my phone suddenly vibrated. I turned it in hand, staring at the screen with nothing but numbers running through it.

Our communication system encrypted all messages to codes which only myself could understand and a few others. My eyes ran through the codes on the screen only to close the message and send a message to my guard who would inform the driver of our change of plans.

My head bent down, hearing Samuel tell the driver to turn. The car swerved, not caring of what was happening in the road, but turning and rushing to the new destination.

My eyes ran through my laptop which sat on my work desk just behind my guard’s chair. I read, opening a new window to write a report I would file later.

It was just another night for me, just another night with everything the same.

My head picked up as the car slowed down.

I shut my laptop, slipping it in the bag before sliding the bag back in it’s compartment. The car was on stand still by then. Darkness crawled all over the area with the air cold. The door was opened, me stepping out. I pulled off my suit jacket, placing it on the seat before turning around as I undid my cuffs and folded up my sleeves neatly.

It was so quiet you would think the area was abandoned. I walked in between the warehouses, hearing the cries the more I walked closer.

My neck snapped to the sides with me turning as light spread from the warehouse, the door opened for me.

My men, just seven of them spread inside, holding down fifteen men who were at that time bound and kept on their knees. The criminals were untouched. My men knew better than to beat any of my subjects. I was a man that liked doing the work myself, other than sending my men to do the dirty work for me. If there was a soul that would carry all the blood, that would carry all the sin on his back, that would be me.

The silence was my favorite sound, so loud it was driving the men on their knees insane. Their faces picked up, seeing them immediately go pale as they shook from my sight. They scrambled back, trying to get away, but the ropes bounding them were tied with such skill, not even able to move an inch.

Each step was like a stab into their brain, seeing them shake to a point where some of them heaved from their hearts jumping so hard. It reminded me of someone; a girl who did not know what she was getting herself into. Yet, I suddenly frowned because it was a crime to put Masha in the same sentence with the men who I was about to break so painfully.

Two of my men ran to the back room, coming back with the large table which they pushed until it just stood right before me. They pulled the top off, leaving nothing but weapons spread all around.

My eyes stayed on the fifteen men.

In all the five days of the week, I had only slept ten hours. There was just too much work since the take over of the three other family cartels in Mexico and Russia. Getting the men to bend to my will was proving hard but group by group, they were realizing they had no choice.

How many of them had I killed so far?

Counting would be a waste of my time.

Piles and piles of bodies burned each day, burning more as they tried to go against the new leadership. I admired them though, they were loyal to their deceased leaders and I knew my own men would do the same.

My hands were covered in blood, nothing but blood which I could never wash off, my soul drenched in it. From a very young age, I had made the grim reaper my friend, yet still, each life I took left a dent in my soul which I was shocked to still have.

Enjoy your life, be happy.

Masha’s voice echoed in my head. It was cute how she thought I was normal. It was just adorable that she thought I had a life.

My body was sore all over, but pain was my driving factor. The moment I would stop feeling pain would be the day I die.

My hand grabbed the pin hammer and a general heavy hammer, moving around.

There was no point in picking who I would start with because I would kill all of them at the end. I stood in front of one man and he began thrashing back, wanting to be set free, wanting to escape his fate but his fate was sealed the moment he decided to go in protest to my leadership.

It did not happen a lot but it did come to play sometimes. All the cartels that were under me listened and obeyed but now and again, some of the leaders would grow balls and think they can take me down. One had this time and I needed to know who the men before me belonged to. They had captured three of my men, bound them and made them watch while they slaughtered their families before saving them for last. They had wanted information on my whereabouts which my men would never give, not even if it meant watching their daughters painfully assaulted over and over again.

I did not even have to speak, one of my men grabbing the thrashing criminal and holding him in place. The kneeling man cried so hard, his screams already echoing in the warehouse but I had not even done anything yet. I would not even do much. I had a lot of work and my body was proving to fail me thus I had no time to show them the hell they deserved.

The pin hammer was placed first just in between his eyes. There was a bone there but I would take care of it. The heavy hammer was brought over, placing it over the pin hammer to see where I would have to hit.

He tried moving but they held his face so firmly all he could do was beg and plead. If he continued shifting, I would nail his eye and he did not want that.

The heavy hammer went up before I brought it down, hitting the pin hammer as the man cried out so loud, blood oozing out. I had hit harder than I wanted. I raised my hand again and it came hard on the pin hammer, it drilling in hard, hearing the c***k of the skull as the man cried. If I went through his head, he would die faster, and no one wanted that.

I continued hitting hard, like a man hitting a nail in. The more I went in, the more blood oozed out, pouring all over my body. I just kept hitting. He cried so hard until he stopped. His bone shattered with me giving one last hit, breaking through as the pin hammer went all in with silence filling the room, his soul ripping from his body so brutally.

My eyes took his body up and down, stepping away with my men letting him go. His body fell hard, eyes red and bleeding, his face covered in blood, a horror. I felt something in me shutter like it always did yet I never died, still alive.

I walked over, pulling out the pin hammer from his caved in face to turn around.

My eyes ran through the other men and some had even vomited, pale and crying like b*tches. This was the thing that perplexed me. They could kill brutally, but when it was their turn, they were suddenly begging like p*ssies.

I had once been captured, two months, getting as much as I gave to all the men I had killed at that point. I was fifteen, two months of hell. Never had I begged, never had I cried, I took it as it was, raw pain.

The hammers were thrown away, picking my next poison and getting on with my night.

By the time only three men were left, blood was all that dripped from my body, my shirt red with my clothes wet. I moved on, another one dropping dead and by then, the last two spilled all that we needed and I gave them a quick death. I stood up straight, groaning because I felt my stomach turn.

Blood and bits of all the men covered the ground. No weapon had not been used, a chain saw one of them.

“ Call the cleaners, let us go.” I shot out, turning and walking out of the warehouse, eating the distance to the car.

I was numb, and cold.

I got into my car, hating to dirty my seats but alas. The car moved, other cars from the men that had been in the warehouse joining us as we made a convoy to the Sherbew compound. Disrespect was one of the things I did not tolerate even just a little. How did they think I got where I was? I was not one to be tested because one strike and you were out.

The cars reached the gate, the men guarding the compound walking to my car with my driver rolling down his window. He only had to state my name and the gate was quickly opened.

If only they knew, they would close it and get on their knees, praying to their God. We drove in, the door opening with me jumping out. My guns were in hand, walking straight to the main door of the house. The compound guards outside saw but did nothing.

Who did Sherbew think he was? I owned him, I owned his men, all was mine.

I felt the anger just explode in my chest. The door was hit with my foot hard, my gun up, shooting at the handle with the door swinging open as I gave one last push.

“ Sherbew!”

I was not in a mood to play piss with him.

The house was dark and cold, my head turning left and right, no one at sight.

“ Don’t make me come up or you will not be the only one needing a grave!” I screamed out, three daughters and a wife. I would rip them all apart if I had to prove a point, and I was not a patient man.

The blood pooled where I stood, my men standing behind me, not that I needed them. I surely looked like the devil on a spree hunt. Killing everyone in that house would be a waste, feeling a bit sympathetic. I was just tired, I was tired of everything.

The lights turned on, Sherbew walking down. He was wearing black jeans with a white vest. His hands were up in the air and I wondered what he had been thinking? How did he see this playing out? I did not understand men sometimes.

He slowly walked down the stairs with me staring at him. Our eyes locked and no fear was seen in his. He just stared at me as if I was his equal. I was too tired for this, wanting to chuckle but lazy to do even that as he walked down until he hit the last step.

His hands lowered with me following them.

There we go again?

The stupidity of men. I guess he knew he was dying, why not try his luck. He was fast, I will give him that. He pulled out his gun from behind, bringing it up and letting the bullet run out.

My body just froze there, staring at him. I saw with each step he took, saw with the bullet exploding out from his gun but I just stood there.

Gun shots filled the house as my guards unloaded all their bullets on him, hitting him over and over again, blood bursting out with each bullet that ran in him. They never missed, my body flying in the air with Samuel having pushed me away from his bullet which ran past us to his the wall.

My feet worked fast, stabilizing my body as I broke the fall, getting a grip with me then standing up on my two feet.

Why had I just stood there?

The bullet would have ripped through my head. As I stood there, I just saw it playing before my eyes and the peace that fell over me from the imagine in my head was one I had never felt in my whole life. I could just see my body flowing down, hitting the floor hard as my eyes closed with everything done. I would be free.

I blinked, my eyes taking the man lying in a pool of his own blood, cold with eyes wide open.

Masha had asked me what I feared. I feared nothing and I craved for death.

My body turned, nothing left for me to do there.

His wife was free from an abusive husband, surely going to get rich and run away to start a new life somewhere. God bless her soul.

We walked out, leaving their guards to deal with the mess.

My men never cleaned up bodies, they had bleed too much in training for that.

My car door was opened with me getting in, the door closing. My ears rang as I kept blinking over and over again.

Everything was spinning, my hands shaking as the car came to life, moving about. I kept blinking until it all sank away, until it all drifted away as if it had never happened.

My body bent, pulling out my laptop only to stop from a loud blurring noise, pissing me off.

My eyes closed, knowing who it was.

Why was she calling?

No one ever called my number except for her.

I let it ring, taking a deep breath. My eyes opened just as the phone stopped ringing.

My hand slid into my pocket, pulling the cellphone out and as thought, Masha’s number stared back at me.

It was four o'clock in the morning. Why was she still awake?

A message stared back at me, having been sent five hours before. I pressed on it, staring at the codes before my eyes. She wanted to know if I had arrived at the house.

Was she tracking me? I frowned, shaking my head.

This was a mistake.

She was the one that had put ideas in my head. I could never be happy. I did not want to be happy. I did not deserve to be happy.

My eyes stared on the screen, just staring at it before I switched the screen off. My hands grabbed on my bag, pulling out my laptop with the phone set on the bloody seat. I felt the blood cover my skin, claiming me as it’s own and I told myself I liked it.

My eyes ran through the laptop screen only for me to turn and pick up my phone again. I typed back in code, knowing the message would arrive in words to her.