The Lawyer Vs The Mafia (Mafia Series #2)

Mr. Russo

Third person POV

Grunts of pain could be heard around the dimly lit damp dungeon like room in the basement of the Russo villa.

Traveling down deep into the basement you would find our main character Kieran Russo beating a man to the brink of life.

He is accompanied by none other than his right hand, Dominico Vera.

These two make a hell of a team, being friends since they were fairly young they grew close as time passed, their friendship growing into a brotherhood.

"Tell me what I fucking want to know Dan." Kieran said to the man that was chained by his wrists to the ceiling, to keep him standing. The man was beaten to a pulp barely being recognizable, all the blood and bruises decorating his exterior.

"I don't know shit-" the man coughed up blood, clearly internal bleeding starting to set it, and affect the man.

"Listen, Danny.. the quicker you tell us what we want to know, the sooner you can finally die... how does that sound?" Dominico asked in a taunting tone.

"Just- just tell me what you want to hear!" The man begged, "I'll answer anything- just TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW!"

"Now we're getting somewhere, " Dom brought out a sharp knife and dragged it lightly against Dans torso, applying pressure every time he took a shallow breath.

"Why did you sell information about my drug routs to the Mexican cartel?" Kieran questioned in an unnervingly calm tone.

In that moment realization flashed through Dans eyes, he realized he'd been caught and new his play of feigning ignorance was over.

And surprisingly quickly he began to spill his guts out.

"I have been loyal to this family for YEARS! Dedicated my life to this shit! But not once have I gotten in with the big guys! They've just got you fucking children running everything, ruining shit like you fucking reckless children do!"

Both Dominico and Kieran stood there dumbfounded, what did the bastard expect? A fucking metal of excellence?

"Your devotion and loyalty to the family should be payment enough, your LIFE should suffice not to mention the pretty fucking money you take home each week, not to mention you're million dollar home!" Kieran gave the 50s year old man a right hook and with that the man was out cold.

There is no space for greed against your own family, blood or not in this line of work. It infuriated Kieran to the core that this asshole expected more, what did he want? To become Don? Shit is laughable how ignorant his men can be.

"What a greedy fûck-" Dom announced while sharpening his knife, "what did he want? To become fucking Don? He's too warn out and anyway only blood can be appointed as Don he should know that shit!"

Kieran remained quite, thinking over what the man had said.

'How pathetic,' he thought as he brought out a bucket of ice cold water for the man to be thrusted into consciousness.

"Here we go..." he said under his breath while dumping the ice cold bucket of water on the old bat.

"I just wanted to have you awake and aware of when I kill you Danny boy." Kieran said in a hauntingly calm and put together voice.

"Fuck you! Fuck you Russo! You will fall! The Russo empire will fall in your hands, I promise you that much! I'll see you in hell you fucking piece of-" Kieran didn't let the man finish before he shot a 22 right into his head,