Duchess Trilogy: Book 1: Mafia

Chapter Two: Looking Down the Well

Ryan Sicilian's POV

Earlier that day...

Before the sun arose, I came out of the cabin, rolling up my sleeves, and used a handkerchief to wipe off the blood from my face. I turned my neck to give it a good pop and then took a deep breath.

"Man, The Don owes me big time for this dirtbag," I say to myself. I look around the country, pondering what to do next. I checked the time with my watch on my wrist, then put the handkerchief back into my vest pocket and went to open the trunk. Popping the hood, the trunk gave a foul smell of fish and a dead body odor. I shake my head, then turn around to drag the body out of the cabin. Once I got him to the door, I swung the dead body into the trunk. Thankfully, the body was small and flexible, so it was an easy cleanup. Before I shut the hood, I took a good look at the bastard.

A young boy in a jean and T-shirt who would have had a good life if only he wasn't selling women for prostitution in the barn with his deadbeat father. I shook my head, disappointed, and then closed the trunk. I went to the barn looking for items to burn down the barn and cabin. I found a gasoline can and some matches. Disgusted, I was sure the bastards did some bad beatings to these women with these items. It just makes me sick.

Fueled with anger, I poured the gasoline all over the floor of the barn and cabin. Then, I made a gasoline line towards the middle of the drive. I tossed the gas can to the side and then lit up a match to light my cigar. I took a couple of puffs and then dropped the lit match onto the gasoline line. The line quickly lit up with fire, and then flames emerged out of both the barn and cabin. I looked around to make sure everything was taken care of; I inhaled the cigar and blew out a circular smoke ring. Once it disappeared, I walked back to the car, got in to start it up, and drove off.

I take off my black gloves and put them into the trash can on the passenger floorboard. There were many rules to follow to be a hitman, but for lighting up a property on fire, that was only my call. Anyone abusing or selling women, I personally will go and set fire to the place, not for peace of mind, but for any survivors that survived that hell hole. It is better to send it to hell than to watch it stand up still, giving traumatic memories to the surviving women that we rescued.

As I continued on the road back to the estate, I got a call from The Don. I answer immediately and put it on speaker. "Is the job taken care of?" The Don asks in a questionable tone.

"Dead as a rat," I say with the cigar in my mouth.

"Good. Make sure to take the body to the usual spot in the forbidden forest by the troll's entrance. I'm sure the trolls could use a... midnight snack."

"God, I hate his damn jokes." I think to myself. I let out a fake chuckle, "Good one, boss. I'll be sure it is done." I hear the phone go quiet, meaning he hears me and is satisfied. Then, the phone call ended.

I turn onto another dirt road that leads me to the forbidden forest. I looked around and made sure there wasn't anyone around. Glancing at the clock on my dashboard, I realized the Royal Guards weren't on patrol around here at the moment, and the trolls were still asleep. I park the car, get out, and shut the door behind me. I walk around towards the trunk to open it. Once more, I looked at the poor bastard. I grabbed a portable wheelbarrow from the side compartment, unfolded it, and placed it on the grass. I threw the dead body into the wheelbarrow, grabbed the shovel before I closed the trunk, and then pushed him, following marks along the trees indicating where to go.

Our family marked this territory as our dumping body grounds. A way to know where we were in the forest was to look for red mushrooms along the edge of the trees. Following the trail, I got lost in thought, thinking of the case with this deadbeat son and father, and realized that I wasn't on the trail anymore. I stopped to look around and felt a little uneasy. I put the wheelbarrow down and circled to see if I just missed it a couple of steps or so. But I couldn't find it. Soon, some fog was brewing, and I knew I needed to leave as soon as possible.