Anamika- The broken beauty novel Chapter 2

Massimo's pov

I think my eardrums will get damaged soon, this bastard in front of me is screaming like no end, covered in blood, and begging and crying for mercy, while I am creating new designs on his body with my favourite knife. what a bloody mess... oh and I am fucking loving it. well he deserved that, bastard stole my important files and sold them to my business rivals. I hate traitors and liars and love it to kill them in the worst way possible. He thought he won't get caught but this fucker don't know that I am the mafia king. The day he messed with me he signed his own death warrant. I don't do any kind of mercy. It does not exist in my dictionary.

World knows me as a successful businessman , but not everyone knows that I am a mafia king too. Only people in the underworld knows that, as we respect "omerta" but mafia king or not I do own business world too and people fear me. They know i am a dangerous man and I get what I want. and if I want something I play dirty and I don't give two flying fucks what I have to do to get it done. if I want something it will be mine.

" S..sir please, I am sorry... d..don't kill me p...please." He said trying to free his hands which was tied in metal chains.

''Tch, tch....too late ....should have thought that before Fucking with me you bastard..."

Well it's enough entertainment for today. I am getting bored now, I spend to much time here, with a final stroke I slit his throat making the blood splatter all over my clothes and the dirty floor of the basement, his body laid lifeless on the floor with deep cuts, missing fingers and limbs in pool of his own blood.

Satisfied with my work I ordered my men to clear this mess and left the basement.

We are in mafia for generations now, I took over after my father. Since childhood I have been doing these things, my father trained. killing, torture, gambling, and illegal business. My father started training me when I was 6.