Act Of Violence.

Dominick's POV

"Thank you, Maria, breakfast was great. I've certainly missed your cooking," I nodded, savoring the taste of the delicious porridge stew.

"Thank you, boss, I'm glad you loved it," Maria replied with a smile, but her eyes shifted to Selene, who was sitting beside me. Maria and Nina had never truly liked Selene; they actually preferred Sol.

Selene had tried to convince me to fire them, but I had quickly shut it down. Maria was like a mother to me, especially since I lost my actual mother when I was just 5 years old, to cancer. Ever since then, she's been there for me.

I'm sure Maria would have preferred my wife to be the one sitting here with me rather than Selene. My eyes went up the stairs, curious. I had been expecting Luna to come down for breakfast, but she hadn't shown up, thankfully. I was still so pissed about yesterday. I knew it wasn't her fault, but seeing Damian near her just fueled the rage within me.

"I'll be in the office if you need anything," she told me, completely ignoring Selene before walking out.

Selene glared daggers at her and dropped her spoon angrily on the table. "Did you see her face, Dom? She totally hates me."

"Shut up," I immediately silenced her, not interested in her ranting session. "Finish your breakfast and get moving. Besides, how are things faring back there in the club?"

She let out a dry chuckle, avoiding eye contact. "Great... It's going great."

I gave her a skeptical look; her reply didn't seem convincing, but I decided to let it go. "Tell the men that I'll be coming to the club tonight to check out the merchandise."

She nodded slowly. "Alright... I'll do that."

I hoped Selene hadn't tampered with my merchandise in any way, or I swear... Tonight, I'll find out.

Using the napkin to wipe my lips, I stood up, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Nothing that concerns you. Eat your breakfast and get your ass straight to work," I told her before walking away. She didn't look too pleased, but I couldn't be bothered. I had already made it clear to her that she was only useful to me for work and... fucking, simple. I had serious business to take care of.

My men and I made our way towards the dungeon where one of the bastards who attacked us yesterday was held. As I entered the dungeon, the smell of burnt flesh and dry blood assaulted my nostrils, and my eyes narrowed down to see a bloodied man chained to a chair.

Alen was in front of him, holding a bloodied blade up to his chest. He turned around and made way for me.

"Has he said anything yet?" I asked, taking off my jacket, and one of my men swiftly took it from me.

"Not yet, boss," Alen's lips tightened in a deep frown. "He's one stubborn motherfucker."

I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, opening my arms as one of my men quickly brought my butcher apron and put it on me, tying the rope at the back.

I looked at the bastard's face; he was unrecognizable. A large chunk of his face was missing, his nose broken, and his eyes swollen.

"Where is your boss?" I asked the fool gently as Alen helped me put on some gloves.

The bastard began chuckling, throwing his head back. "Why should I tell you where Marcelo is?"

Marcelo Perez, the Don of the Black Mamba Mafia, has been trying for ages to gain control of the underground world in New York. But of course, we were standing in his damn way.

I sighed, going to the table where torture devices were kept. "Don't say I didn't do anything for you," I pointed at him, and my men burst out laughing.

"Fuck you, fuck all of you bastards. The Black Mamba will make sure your stupid Mafia is reduced to dust. Dominick Phoenix, you'll—"

Before he could finish his words, I took a blade and threw it towards him, purposely missing him but brushing his right cheek, drawing blood.

"Shut up," I took another blade and strode towards him, bending over. "Where the hell is that bastard Marcelo hiding? I know he's here in New York."

"I don't know!" He spat angrily.

Tired of his bullshit, I plunged the blade straight into his left eye, drawing a piercing scream from him. I didn't remove the blade.

"You bastard," his pain-filled voice shook his whole body, red liquid painting his face.

"Where is Marcelo?" I asked again, ignoring his cries.

"I... don't know... please just let me go..."

I chuckled. "Let you go? We're just getting started, bitch." I took out the blade, pulling his eyeball out as well. Again, he screamed, his body wracking with pain. I took the eyeball and brought it close to his lips. "Eat it."

"Please, please, Don Phoenix, please..." He pleaded desperately, shaking his head with as much force as he could. He was beginning to realize I wasn't here for bullshit.

I let out a chuckle, surprising the fool. "Alright, alright. If you don't want to eat it, it's fine."

"Thank you," he breathed, and my men all began to laugh at the fool.

"Don't thank me," there was no hint of sarcasm or amusement in my voice. "Since you don't want to eat it, I'll slice your dick and make you eat it instead. Your choice."

The bastard's one eye grew almost out of its socket as he wriggled against the chains. "No, please, I'll talk, please..."

I tilted my head slightly, giving him a pitiful pout. "Oh, you'll eat it, and then talk."

The bastard failed to realize that I was a sadist. Of course he'll talk, but I want to see him eat his own eye.

He nodded slowly, opening his mouth, and quickly I shoved his eyeball inside. "Chew," I barked, watching with a wide grin as he forced himself to chew it.

He gagged, looking as if he was about to throw up. "No, no," I clicked my tongue, shaking a finger at him. "Swallow it, everything." Watching in satisfaction as he forcefully pushed it down his throat.

"Good, now let's hear it. Where the hell is Marcelo?"

"He... he... was at the Shell Suite hotel yesterday, but I doubt he's still there right now."

"So he wasn't in New York?"

"No, no, I swear," he pleaded in pain.

The Shell Suite hotel was in California. How did that bastard manage to pull that attack off? I'm certain he had help, an insider perhaps.

"Who helped you?" I placed the blade near his other eye, causing a shiver to run through the bastard. "I know you fools didn't pull this off alone. Who helped you?"

"I don't know... I... don't know, I swear," he cried, trying to avoid the blade from touching his eye. "He only asked us to find your wife and bring her to him."

I brought my head down, sighing in relief. At least, I was certain now that the Black Mamba Mafia didn't have Sol or any idea of her whereabouts. I straightened up, throwing the blade to the floor. One of my men quickly came and removed the apron while I took off the gloves, handing them to him.

"Thank you for your time," I smiled at the fool and then turned toward Alen.

"What do we do with him, boss?" Alen asked.

"Cut him to pieces and send his parts to his Mafia," I ordered, taking a step as the poor fool began to scream in protest.

"No, you can't do this... no..."

I paused my step but didn't turn around. "And Alen, make it slow and painful."

"Yes, boss," I knew Alen was grinning right now. Outwardly, he looked innocent, but inwardly, he was just as twisted as every Mafia man out there.

I headed back inside the main building; I needed to take care of business at the office. I felt great, though. I'd be getting my merchandise tonight. I hadn't even stepped into the living room when the sound of commotion greeted my ears.

I quickened my pace and entered to see Selene grabbing Luna's hair while she struggled.

Seeing red, I approached like an irate tiger, pulling Selene off Luna and pushing her to the ground roughly. "What the hell are you doing to my wife?" I barked at the bitch.