blood, gore, torture, whatever, mafia!au stuff, rape, degrading names, smut, minor character deaths, forced feminization, misgendering, brief draco malfoy/tom riddle, don't like, don't read, enjoy if you do
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"Did you know?" a man dressed in a black suit with a sinister smirk asked. His eyes half-lidded, leaning against the wall nonchalantly, polishing his gun. "There are tons of torture methods that I could use on you right now. I'll give you the liberty to choose which one."
"Anything you want," he chuckled deeply.
"Please, sir! Spare me! Have some mercy on me, please! I have a wife and kids at home!" They would beg all the same as they knelt in the middle of the room with guns pointed to their heads. But they often forgot just one thing.
"Now why would I do that, hm?"
After all, the notorious and infamous Harry James Potter doesn't do any mercy. Why beg for something you can't have? Like how you beg your lover to stay when they were done with you?
It wouldn't do well for his position as the mafia boss now, would it?
• • •
"Good morning, Draco. You look lively today," Luna smiled as the male walked into the flower shop with a box of doughnuts and Earl Grey tea in hands. Bells chimed as soon as he pushed the door opened.
"Good morning, Luna," he grinned. "I am feeling lively. I assumed I woke up on the right side of the bed."
"Perhaps you did, dragon," she laughed softly as she tended the flowers for the customers that ordered some. "Did you know Blaise' parents were killed yesterday? It was rumoured to be one of the mafia bosses works again."
"Really? I didn't know," Draco turned to her with a surprised look. "He didn't contact me at all yesterday. I'll pay him a visit after we close the shop tonight. I hope he's doing alright," he said with a worried tone in his voice.
"Blaise is a strong man, he will be alright," Luna smiled gently at him.
• • •
It came to a complete shock to him when he came to the mansion that night with a lot of police cars and a few ambulances parked right in front of it.
"Mr Zabini was murdered along with his servants. It was a big massacre."
Standing there, frozen, Draco looked at the dead body of his best friend with tears streaming down his face. Blood was dripping from his neck where the major wound was. 20 stab wounds, the blond remembered what the police had just said to him.
"Probably the work of those mafias again."
He covered his mouth to muffle the sobs spilling past his lips.
• • •
Staggering in the silent and cold night, road void of people and cars, Draco cried softly. He couldn't comprehend the fact that his best friend was dead. Only a few days ago he had met him in a coffee shop, talking and laughing with each other. And suddenly he was dead?
Too absorbed in his dilemma, he didn't notice a group of drunk gangsters coming towards him, sneering until they started to talk.
