Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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§ LOUIS §

I heard the door slam and put my half-eaten pizza slice back in the box.

"Steve?" I called. "Steve, where've you gone?"

Mum finished eating too, and got up. "Do you want me to have a quick look around the house?" she asked.

"No Mum, I heard the door slam. He's gone somewhere."

"Oh right. Bit rude of him to just walk off without letting us know," Mum said condescendingly.

I raised my eyebrows. "I'm gonna save him his share of pizza, Mum. He'll come back, I know he will."

Mum smiled at me warily. "Hopefully sweetheart, he's probably just gone to run an errand. I'm sure he'll be back soon."

I nodded, smiling at Mum and going back to my pizza... but as soon as I looked at the box, my smile faltered. I don't know why I kept kidding myself. Steve always let me down, and I was always making excuses for him, latching onto a dream. I guess I was too blinded by this perfect image of Steve that I never saw him for who he really was. Mum was always giving me that "I told you so" look... but for once, just once... I wanted to prove her wrong.

I took my phone out of my pocket and sent Steve a text saying "Where are you?"

§ ABID §

I slapped Bilal's face, holding a lighter flame next to it. This motherfucker deserved all the torture that was coming to him.

"Trex, hammer a nail in the bastard's finger," I said angrily.

Trex nodded and walked over with his hammer, while Bilal was trembling, his face red and beaten from my doing, his legs shaking. Trex started waving the hammer in Bilal's face, and I ripped the tape from his mouth.

"You gonna talk, motherfucker?" Trex shouted.

Bilal started bellowing in pain, crying desperately. "I - I can't! The Surenos will fucking kill me!"

I started laughing. Poor bastard didn't have the slightest idea about how we were gonna deal with him if he didn't co-operate.

"What are you on about, motherfucker?" I said. "If you don't give us information, we're gonna kill you our fucking selves."

"I can't die, man! I gotta feed my mum, she has no money, my little baby sis needs looking after man, she's only two, my mum's not well, she..."

"You should've thought about all that shit before you ratted us out to them motherfuckers," Trex shouted. "Now you're gonna have to face the fucking consequences."

Bilal started shaking uncontrollably. "My mum's got cancer man, I can't die, I..."

"I don't think this motherfucker understands," I spat. I nodded at Trex and Trex nodded back, it was like our fucking code when we mutually agreed with something. Trex resealed Bilal's mouth with tape, and Bilal started wailing again. He was really fucking pissing me off now.

"We gave you a chance to talk, motherfucker," Trex warned. He took the nail in his fingers and crouched down to Bilal's feet, positioning it in the middle of his foot. He started hammering it inside and Bilal rattled in the chair in pain. I set Bilal's hand alight with the flame in my hand.

"You could've had it easy, motherfucker," I said. "Told us what we wanted, we give you protection, you get to live for one more day. But you had to make it difficult for yourself."

I put out the flame on his skin and nodded at Trex again, who removed the tape off of Bilal's mouth again. Bilal wailed in pain, crying horribly for a short while. I was getting quite fucking tired of babying this bastard and getting no results.

"A - a - alright, I'll fucking talk!" Bilal stuttered, hardly able to compose his sentences properly. "The Mexican motherfuckers were gonna kill my mum man, I had to do what they wanted..."

"What are their plans?!" I roared. "WHAT ARE THEIR FUCKING PLANS, BILAL?!"

"T - they want t - territory," Bilal mumbled.

"Answer our questions properly, motherfucker! Do you have a fucking death wish?!" Trex shouted.