DONATELLO: THE KINGPIN

Chapter 6

Donatello's POV

My smile turned sadistic as I watched the fear creep into Nolan's eyes. "You know, knives are much quieter than guns," I said, my voice laced with malice. "Let's make your death less stressful, but painful." I reached for my favorite torture device, the electric carving knife.

"Please don't kill me," Nolan pleaded. "I was just following orders!"

"Tsk, tsk, Nolan. See where that got you?" I replied. "You messed with my shipments, you stupid fuck."
I watched the color drain from Nolan's face.

"We'll start by cutting off your fingers," I said, a sadistic smile playing on my lips. Horror flashed in his eyes, and I felt a thrill of power. How pathetic.

I switched on the carving knife, its high-pitched whirring filling the air. As the saw touched his index finger, he started to scream, his cries filling the torture room.

"Oh, you haven't even begun to suffer yet, Nolan," I said, relishing his fear. "I'll make you experience something far worse than death," I continued. "You'll wish you were never born."

A sheen of sweat coated his brow. His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape. But there was no escape for him - he was trapped, and I was in control. I savored the feeling of power, the sense of being the one who could decide his fate. And then, I decided to take things up a notch.

"Let's play a little game," I said, a manic glint in my voice.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a quarter, flipping it into the air. It landed with a clink on the concrete floor, spinning lazily in place. Nolan's eyes were fixed on it, his whole body tense.

"Tails," I said, a grin spreading across my face. His eyes widened, and he let out a strangled cry. "Time for another round," I said. "Heads or tails?"

"Heads or tails?" I repeated. "You'd better choose quickly, or I'll choose for you."

He opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak. At last, he stammered out, "H-heads."

I flipped the coin again, watching it spin and spin. It landed on the concrete, tails side up. I felt a rush of excitement. This was more fun than I'd expected.

"Another tails!" I said gleefully. "That's two in a row. The third time's the charm, right?" I laughed at my own joke, but Nolan didn't seem to find it funny. He just looked at me with wide, fearful eyes.

I flipped the coin again. It seemed to hang in the air for an eternity, and then it hit the floor with a resounding clink.

"Tails," I said, unable to keep the triumph out of my voice. "That's three in a row."

"That means I get to choose what happens next," I said, savoring the moment. "And I've decided to cut off your ring finger."

I could see the terror in his eyes, but I didn't care. I just wanted to see how far I could push him, how much fear I could elicit. This was the most fun I'd had in a long time.

I picked up the carving knife and held it up, the blade glinting in the dim light. I relished the sight of him trembling in fear.

Slowly, I brought the carving knife down toward his hand. I could see the sweat beading on his forehead, and his breath coming in shallow gasps. I could tell he was terrified, and that just made me even more excited.

I paused, the knife hovering just above his finger. "Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked, my voice low and threatening. "There's still time to change your mind."

I didn't wait for an answer. Instead, I brought the knife down with a swift, decisive motion. The blade cut through his skin with ease, and blood began to well up from the wound. He let out a scream of agony, and I felt a thrill of satisfaction. This was better than I could have imagined.

As the blood continued to flow, I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "You should have known better than to cross me."

I gazed at the man before me, his eyes wide with fear. A trickle of blood ran down his arm, pooling at his feet. I felt a surge of power, knowing that I was in control of his fate. I smiled, savoring the moment. Then, I raised the knife...

As I raised the knife, I saw the fear in his eyes. It was a delicious sight. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I lowered the blade, slicing into his flesh. Blood gushed from the wound, and he let out a scream of agony. I laughed, enjoying the power I held over him. I was in control, and he was helpless to stop me

"We got him, boss," Diego said, his voice wavering slightly.

I nodded. "Bring him in."

Pablo was dragged into the room, his eyes darting around wildly. "On your knees!" Dante barked, shoving him to the ground.

I stood over him, my gaze cold and hard. "You've finally decided to join us," I said, my voice even and menacing. "You know what happens to people who betray me, don't you?"

"Please, I have a wife and a sick two-year-old son," Pablo begged. "I'm begging you, have mercy."

"I couldn't care less about your damn family, you traitor!" I snarled. "You made your bed, now you'll lie in it." He started to protest, but I cut him off. "You thought you could sell us out and get away with it? What a fool."

He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word, I pulled out my Colt .45 and emptied the chamber. Blood spattered the walls, and the metallic smell of death hung in the air. Turning to Diego, I said, "I need a new pair of shoes. These are ruined. Get me a fresh pair."

"Yes, boss," he replied, and left the room.

I stared at the body on the floor, feeling nothing but cold satisfaction. I'd sent a clear message to anyone else who might consider betraying me. There would be no mercy, no forgiveness. Only death.

I turned to my other associate, Dante, who looked displeased. "I want you to send his body to his family," I said.

"But boss," Dante began.

"No buts," I snapped. "Just do as I say."

I turned my attention back to a petrified Nolan. "Don't worry, Nolan. You're not going to end up like him, not yet anyway. You're still useful to me. I won't dispose of you so easily. Not until I get my revenge on the damn cunt." I said the last part with a cold, hard edge to my voice. "Now, let's continue from where we left off."

Nolan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
I'm going to make him wish he was dead.