Mafia's tomorrow

18-Sadistic

The man looks up at me and a smirk finds way to my face.

A cheater is a cheater anywhere.

"What did he do?" I ask Jax.

"He stole from us and sold on his own. Along with being involved with a rival Gang."

I remember the faces of my victims and mostly their doings too, but he is special. Out of the countless, I once used him to my own credit instead of beating into a pulp.

But I can guess we can cut it out this time. I need to get in Jax's trust circle as soon as possible.

"What do I need to do?" I ask directly. My knuckles were begging to come in contact with flesh in front of me.

"He couldn't have done it alone, ask him who else and the name of the gang too. And yeah, good luck with him, he is one of the few stubborn ones you will be dealing today. My men couldn't get a thing out of his mouth except the trash that he spoke."

With that he turned to exit but stopped in his track. "Enzo will keep you company today. He will be here any moment." And he finally exited.

I was kind of excited to my work and wasn't disappointed with the man given to me as my assistant. What can I say, he was quite fun, in a brotherly way.

Summer's eyes were fixed on me the entire time I circled his chair like a predator.

His eyes showed fear while his face was devoid of any emotion. Good work in masking emotions.

"Do you remember the last time I let you off?"

He kept staring at me.

"Speak up." I said in a sweet yet threatening voice. The kind of which I used during my torture practise.

"What? You will let me off again to find that whore?"

My head snapped. If he would have directed any insult towards me, I would have just smirked and continued to interrogate him, but he chose the wrong person to direct it to.

My knuckles felt relief after punching him straight across the face.

He spat out his teeth and smiled a bloody smile.

I was ballistic.

"What hit a nerve?"

I calmed myself down so that I don't kill him.

I go to the table and survey the objects for torture. There were quite a few, but a hammer and a nail seemed to be calling me.

I picked the nail in my hand and surveyed it. Summer was watching me the entire time.

"Let me ask you the nicest way possible, Summer. Name your comrades, the gang and why you did not complete my work."

He left out a small humourless chuckle as if trying to tell me that he had won.

"I will never betray them and well for your mother, I will never tell you, even if it was my ticket to life."

"Fine your way then."

I grabbed the nail and eyed his body.

"What do you think of your palm?"

With that I jammed the nail into his palm as he screamed with that every part of me awakened.

Then I grabbed the hammer and started to push it to secure it to the chair.

He screamed for about good five minutes before he decided to shut up.

Between that time Enzo had come. He was shocked at first to see someone so cruel, so sadistic. Apparently no one used my techniques in here. But I haven't even started.

"You done?" I ask Summer once he has quietened down. "Do you want to tell me now?" I ask him again without a single strain in my voice.

He keeps his head down and does not answer.

"I will take you silence as a No." With that I jam another nail in his palm and then hammer it. He screams. More loudly if possible, but did not make a sound close to the answer.

It is getting boring.

I make my way to Enzo, standing outside, with earphones in his ears but do not seem to be doing a good job.

I stand in front of him. He takes out one of his earphones and looks at me questioningly.

"I need a few things."