for love or money?

chapter two

for love

~lorenzo~

"I wonder how your little daughter would feel if something happened to her poor father," I chuckled right in his face.

How could a horrible man try to raise a family?

"Why are you doing this?" he wept, yearning to get out of the tight restraints. I could see his bruises, the blood running down his face. Trickling down his body. He is exhausted, I can tell from the way he moves as he attempts to wiggle out of his chair.

"Why am I doing this? Are you fucking stupid? You threatened me and attacked my men. Besides you owe my father a shit ton of money Flavio. I would be doing your family a favor by getting rid of you." I grabbed him by the throat as he groaned in his chair.

"You don't have to do this Enzo..."

This fucker thinks we are onto nicknames.

"Don't call me that." I smacked him straight across the face.

I stared down at him. He chose this path. I'm doing his family a favor by getting rid of this sick asshole. I take a look at how much damage I've done. Seeing the blood running down his face, his eyes struggling to stay open. How could someone be so cruel to their family? Disgusting.

"Any last words?" I grabbed him by his hair and moved his head up to look straight at me.

"Tell my family I love them," he sobbed.

Bullshit.

I pulled the gun from my side and aimed it straight at his face, he needs to pay for what he has done. To me, his family, and more people he's harmed. I leveled the gun and shot once. The man was dead.

I walked out of the cold room with my gun in hand.

"Clean it up, you know what to do," I said to the man on the left. He nodded and got to work.

I walk towards my office, open the door, and take a seat at my large desk. Bookshelves behind me filled with works I haven't read. I sit down in my spinning leather chair. It was crisp and cold. I see a speck of blood on my hand.

Damn it.

I walked into the bathroom next to my office and took a look at myself in the large mirror. I've become my father. What happened to me. I cleaned the blood off of my hands and stared a little longer. How could I become the monster I promised not to become? How could I become the evil that owned this house? How could I start a family with the horrors I've endured.

How could I ever be loved by another?

I go back into my office and lean back into my seat. I turn in my chair to face the giant portrait of my parents, with me sitting in between them. I was about 10? I think? My father never spent too much time with my mother and me, how could he? He was too busy killing people who pissed him off. I'm slowly turning into that monster.

My door opens violently and hits the wall. I turn around quickly and see one of my men standing at the door.

"Sir, you must hurry. It's urgent," he looked like he was going to pass out. I put my gun on my belt and followed him as he ran down to the foyer. There was a big package, about large enough to fit an average-sized person in it. It hasn't been opened yet.

"I don't understand why this was so urgent?"

I don't remember ordering anything. I think.

"Sir you haven't seen the bottom of the package..." he looked worried. I walked around to see a little trail of blood, I kneel down to look at the bottom and see blood staining the cardboard box. I try opening it with the pocket knife I carry with me. When it opens I see something so revolting.

"Sir, what do we do with it? Or her?" he was fidgeting with his fingers. The poor boy had to witness this terrible scene.

"Call Luigi up here, he knows what to do."

" Yes sir," he ran away quickly to find him. Luigi, such a good servant. He had been working for my family for years, ever since I was a little child. A good man, a very good man. I ran back to my office to sit by myself.

Fuck. Someone is after me.

I walk to my bedroom, it is quite grand. I take off my clothes and drop them onto the floor. I walk over to the bathroom and turn on the shower. I let the water run hot, and feel the steam fill up the bathroom.

I turn and stare at the mirror. Examining every piece of my body.

How could anyone ever a monster like me?

I step into the water, feeling the water soak into my skin. Steam warming up the air and hot water dripping down my body. I stand there for a while, allowing myself to be covered in the warmth of the shower. I step out of the shower and dry off. I walk back into my bedroom and put on a pair of new pants.

Staring out the window, all I see are trees and shadows. I slip into the cold bed. The sheets bring a smooth feeling of silk onto my body. That son of a bitch still owed me money. Killing him was enough of a reward. Freeing his family from the burden of his hatred. Freeing his family from his violence. No amount of money would be enough to fix the trauma he had brought onto his family. No amount of money can bring love into one's life.