Mafia's Burning Flower

Chapter 8- pay time

㋛Sage POV㋛

4 weeks laterꨄ

Stories tell you who they choose to become because of what happened to them. Not what they can do because of who they are. That's why you shouldn't pity and trust a person just because of their sad story.

My poor aunt trusted Lukas, who knew as a storyteller. Because not a single word he says is true yet She took him in as consigliere. And now he has betrayed us. Which is why the scarlet kingsnake mafia attacked me last week.

How cute

I put his head deeper. my lips stretched upwards forming a smirk, enjoying watching him. Grabbing by his dyed white blond hair, he gasps for air. A stray tear slipped down his cheeks. He wanted to cry out for help, but I put his head in harder this time. Out of shock he hardened his head and threw his hand around, hoping to grab on to something.

A few seconds after he was breathless I pulled his head out of the water and threw him away on the other side of where he was kneeling. I stood up straight and walked over to his chair in his office room.

I watched him as he held his neck and coughed the water out.

Pathetic!
I wonder how cutting his fingers feels.

This thought made me happy somehow.

"I told you, don't come in front of my eyes again." I lean back on the chair, grabbing wine beside me.

Referring to Rumi; the son of scarlet kingsnake mafia one of the owners, Jame. He has the guts to ambush me. Maybe it is because he is in one of the power mafia.

I am entertaining myself while waiting for his father.

"If you touch me, even a strand of my hair. you will have to answer my father." He growled, burning me with his blue icy eyes.

He tries to get up but Mona kicks him in the back of his knee and holds her gun on his head.

Aw poor loser.

He better pray that his father doesn't annoy me.

"Really??" I asked sarcastically. As we hear loud footsteps coming closer to the door.

"I think it's time for you to go." I said in a sickly sweet voice, shooting him in the head. Not my fault, I warned him that next time I see him he will be dead.

Jame bolted into the room, glared at his lifeless son in shock.

"Wine?" I offer, placing my feet on the table.

"I knew you were shit head motherfucker?" He angrily rushed towards me and grabbed me by the collar, pointing his gun at my forehead.

"I will kill you!" He shouts hesitantly. In the mafia world no one could act before first discussing with their partners or they will get kicked out of the group. This is a way to avoid paying for someone else's punishment and a way to be always on the upper hand.

"Close the door." I demand Mona, getting up. I took the last sip of my wine but didn't swallow. His bodyguards had fearful eyes and they watched the door closed.

I spit on his face, quickly snapping the gun out his hand. Making him sit on the chair. He tries to get up but I pin his hand on the table using my favorite ornate dagger. I enjoy the sound of it going through his flesh and his painful scream.

"Let's get to the point, since you don't want to be my guest." I walked behind him, pouring some red wine. Ignoring his groans.

"Did you know your son ambushed me?"