Mafia's Missing Murderer.

14. Which one of you fuckers took the last one

Luciana Point of View:

I woke up early in the morning, the sun was only starting to rise. The light was starting to flood into the room. I was still in the home theater. My brothers were scattered around the room, still asleep. Well almost all of them, Antonio was nowhere to be seen.

I slowly and gently untangled myself from Lorenzo's arms. I didn't realize how hard it was to get out of the room without stepping on any of them, but I managed to do so.

I started to ponder where Antonio was and why he wasn't asleep like everyone else. I doubt he was outside, I saw frost on the windows. Now that I'm thinking about it, the first day I arrived, Antonio stormed off to the home gym. Maybe he was there.

I slowly walked towards the gym. My leg was healing better, I barely had a limp. When I got to the gym, I peered inside. Like I thought, Antonio was inside.

He was jogging on a treadmill with earbuds in his ears. He soon noticed I was creeping and took his earbuds out and threw them onto the table.

"You're up early", I muttered.

"I always get up early", He replied.

"Do you always work out this early?"

"Yes. What are you doing in here?",he snapped.

"Just wondering where you were", I shrugged.

"Last time I checked, I am a grown man and don't need a babysitter to watch me"

I scoffed," Alright just forget I was ever here."

I walked out of the room. I absently wandered to the front door. I went outside, hoping to clear my head. All the cars caught my eye, maybe a simple drive would be better.

I went to each one and they were all locked. I didn't know where the keys were. I sighed, looking like a walk is going to have to have to do.

I went down the driveway onto the streets. Some people gave me strange looks, others smiled politely, while most just ignored me. These streets were less populated than the ones in New York.

As I was walking, I noticed some commotion coming from an ice cream parlor across the street. A man took off sprinting while he clutched a bag. An elderly woman wandered outside the shop. She started to sob into her hands before falling onto her knees.

I groaned, knowing I should be taking it easy. However I couldn't help myself. I took off running after the thieving man. I kept my distance as I stalked him. I smirked, realizing this would be my first victim that wasn't in New York.

However, it dawned on me. I had no guns, knives, or any other weapon for that matter. Time to get creative I suppose.

The man had turned down an alleyway between two buildings. I snagged some old worn rope from the trash can. I tied the rope to the dumpsters that were on either side of the alley, creating a trap.

I stalked towards the man, like a predator hunts their prey. I smiled sadistically to myself before pulling my hood over my head.

"Being dead must be great", I muttered to myself," No responsibilities... no worries... sounds like paradise if you ask me." I grabbed a broken broomstick from beside the dumpster.

They held the bag even tighter in their hands as they realized I was getting closer to them.

"Get out of here", He sneered," This is my money."

I chuckled," I don't think you'll need to imagine what being dead is like." I walked quicker, getting really close. I took the broken end of the broomstick and held it against his throat.

"Get away from me you psycho", He begged.

"That... that seriously pissed me off", I sighed," Do you know what happens to people that piss me off."

He looked at me, the fear obvious in his eyes.

"They die", I laughed.

I stabbed the broom stick into his neck. I quickly rocked the stick from side to side, creating a bigger wound. Blood rushed down his neck, staining his clothes and running onto the concrete.

His hands went to the broomstick, trying to stop me. His struggle was practically pointless. Even if he did manage to stop me, he would die of blood loss before he could even get to the street. He finally fell limp after a few minutes.

I picked up the bag he so badly wanted. I opened the bag, inside was a large amount of cash. I took a few bills and stuffed them inside the large gaping hole in his neck.

"There is the money you so desperately wanted", I sneered," Hope it was worth it, you greedy pig."

I cleaned the blood off the broomstick, wiped it down for any possible fingerprints, and then tossed it into one of the dumpsters. I took the rest of the cash from the bag, stuffed it into my pockets, and tossed the bag into the dumpster as well.

I finally deserted the alley and rushed back to the ice cream parlor. Turns out they sold donuts as well. I ordered seven donuts, paid, and left the rest of the cash in the tip jar.

I then went back to the house. As soon as I opened the front door, I realized how chaotic everyone was acting .

Just about everyone was frantically rushing through the house, looking around for something. However I didn't see Antonio.

"Hey guys, I'm back", I announced loudly, hoping to get them to stop acting like crazies," I got donuts for us."

Leo was the first to see me, he pulled me into a tight hug. I moved the precious box of donuts away from him.

"Watch it Leo, you're going to smush the donuts", I sighed.

"I could care less about Ana", he explained," Someone was murdered not too far from here and no one could find you."

"Relax, I can take care of myself", I smiled.

Once he walked away, I frowned. None of my kills have been found that quickly. Next time I will just need to properly hide the body. I went into the dinning room, put the box of donuts on the table, and opened it for everyone.

Each of my brothers came and got a pastry. Everyone except for Antonio. When his donut was the only one left, I snatched it. As soon as I took the first bite of the chocolate pastry Antonio came bouncing into the room, a grin on his face.

He must really love sweets huh? I smirked as I watched him open the box that I closed. He got pissed really quickly when he found it empty.

"Which of you fuckers took the last one", He yelled, glaring at our brothers.

"Oops? Looks like i didn't get enough for everyone. Oh well", I shrugged.

He glared at me harshly, his breathing getting uneven. He then stormed off to the gym. Next time I might remember to get a grown man a donut.