Double-crosser

Warning: this chapter contains torturing.

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'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

The continuous sound of gun welcomed me when I reach the basement.

"Cosa sta succedendo?!" (What is going on)

I glared at Marcus who was firing the gun.

"Questo stronzo mi fa incazzare."

(this asshole pisses me off) he said, his voice calmed as he heard my voice from the entrance of the basement. He was phasing in each direction. Dimitri, Chollo, and the other men were straining him from killing the traitor who crossed the line between the two mafia.

I glanced at the man and as dumbfounded as I was, I couldn't believe my own eyes when I saw our biggest weaponry supplier, Mr. Charles.

He was now being tied up in a chair at the center. His face was already beaten up and filled with his dried blood.

"Did he speak already?" I asked my men but they shook their heads indicating this traitor haven't spilled any information yet.

I stared at Marcus. "You better not hit coccanine before interrogation. You would've killed him before he even speaks, stupido." I told Marcus. His head hang low and muttered, "Sorry, dude. When I saw his face, I couldn't handle but being pissed." I couldn't blame Marcus either. Mr, Charles was our biggest supplier and he double crossed. We pay him big and even more but he still negotiated with the Russians. He even signed a contract with us.

On the other hand, the asshole of a traitor laughed nonstop. "Did you smoke on him?" I asked the men and they said yes. I nodded. "Good."

I stood in front of the beaten man and asked questions, but he's still not spilling anything.

My fist came in contact with his jaw and he just laughed. The fuck?

"Maybe we should head to the next level, boss." Sebastian suggested and I nodded in agreement.

"Bring the tools." I ordered the men and faced Marcus. His head was still hanging low.

"Hey buddy." I tapped his shoulder and that made him look at me instantly. "Do your thing. Do whatever you please to this man and if he's still not going to talk, uccidilo (kill him). Got it?"

Marcus smirked. "Ooh yeah, babeh! Let's do this job!"

We drag the man and laid him in a black surgical bed and strapped his head, arms and feet to restrict him from moving too much.

He began to scream and beg for his life.

"This... This is a screamo." I told Marcus and he grinned evilly.

I sat on a chair beside the bed and watch as they began torturing the double-crosser.

"Don't worry, this wont be hurt." Marcus said as he cut one of Mr. Charles finger.

The traitor began to scream and cry and beg for his life as the blood drip from his freshly cut finger.

"What's the name of the Russian." Marcus asked and was about to cut another finger.

"Waaaaiit! Waaaiit!" Mr. Charles screamed; his voice cracked and his face paled. "I'll—I'll talk."

"His n-name.. H-his n-name's Boris Goncharov."

"Who else?" I asked. Marcus looked at me. "Dude, I thought you let me handle this?" he said. Oh yeah. "I got carried away. Proceed." I said and he snorted.

"Answer the boss, asshole!" he said, looking back at Mr. Charles.

The traitor shook his head. "He was the o-only one I n-negotiated." he answered. I needed no more and I nodded to Marcus gesturing him to finish off the job.

The bullet went straight to Mr. Charles head. This thing happens to those who come across the mafia and think that they are big enough to break our trust. Death is the only answer to those who break the rules.

"Secure the other connections we have. If we have to go after their families to guarantee our stronger ties, we would. Search for their families, their names or whatsoever. Search over their weaknesses. Make sure the Russians wouldn't know our movements. " I instructed my men.

"Marcus and Sebastian, come with me. We have something else to discuss." I told my two most trusted comrades.