A Mafia's Possession(Completed)

Chapter 3

   Raphael walked into an unhabited two storey building, the chilly wind whipping his hair across his face. The guards immedately straightened their spine once they sighted him coming out of the car in the stark, dark night.
He had flew from Rome to Begarmo, a small Italian city, northeast of Milan.
This was his home town. It had been so long he stepped his feet on the cobblestone streets of Bergamo.
But he wasn't here for a vacation, he was here for one purpose--to kill.

"Capo" the guards greeted with their heads bowed down, none of them daring to look him in the eye.
Raphael entered inside with his entourage of guards and headed towards the underground cellar of the building.

There were three guards standing outside the huge iron door at the end of the staircase. They instantly went stiff, fear and dread coursing through them on spotting Raphael.
They bowed their heads as a sign of respect to Raphael and he nodded his head at them.

One of them pushed open the door and they all entered the room. The room was slightly dimmed and empty in furniture apart from a sunken sofa placed at the middle. There were about fifteen other guards cleaning some ammunitions and loading them with bullets.

Three blindfolded men were bound up in a corner, battered up with their clothes awfully stained with blood; torn and dirty, various bloody cuts and deep injuries covering their bodies.

Marco, Luca, Thomas and Lorenzo were all present. They acknowledge Raphael's presence but didn't say a word to him, focusing their attention on the bloody daggers they were cleaning.

"Fanculo. Portameli- Fuck. bring them to me" Raphael grunted before taking a seat on the sofa.
The men were roughly pulled by two guards and pushed towards Raphael, their bodies causing a loud thud as they hit the ground, wincing in pain.

"Rimuovere le bende- remove the blindfolds" Raphael commanded once more. Thomas went over and ripped the blindfold from each of the injured men making them let out quick gasps and squinting their eyelids to adjust their vision.

Once their eyes locked with Raphael's cold blue eyes, silence and fear spread like wild fire throughout the entire room.

"Boss"one of them blurted out, shaking.

"My traitors; Alberto, Matteo and Rocco, how are you three faring?"Raphael asked with his tongue-in-cheek before tucking out his gun from its hoister.
Their face turned pale on seeing Raphael's gun.
They knew it would only take a miracle for Raphael to spare them.

"We are sorry boss"Alberto muttered in pain revealing some broken teeth and a bleeding lip. Raphael browsed the three badly bruised up men. Rocco had a fractured nose, blood oozing down whilst Matteo got a swollen purple eye, blood seething from his nostrils too.

"Sorry? Did you just say you are sorry!"Raphael yelled before bolting up and kicking Alberto to the ground.

Alberto screamed in anguish as Raphael blazed with anger.

"You three fucking betrayed me. Collaborating with those motherfucking Russians to hijack the goods sent to Egypt, I fucking trusted you three in particular to oversee this job but you betrayed me! You thought I wouldn't find out!?"Raphael spat, his voice acrimonious.

"P-p-lease forgive us. Raph...boss" Rocco pleaded,his body becoming pale with shivers running down his spine.

Raphael pressed his lips to a thin line and then smiled, trying to suppress his urge to shoot them instantly. The three men broke down into sobs, wailing and pleading for their lives.

"Now tell me"Raphael began coldly.
"Who hatched this idea?"

There was an absolute deadly silence that enveloped the atmosphere after Raphael spoke. No one had the guts to speak.