Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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A FEW WEEKS LATER...

I swallowed. Tomorrow was going to be one of the hardest days of my life. Not only was it my eighteenth birthday... but it was also the day that I was going to get rid of Thomas for good.

Steve had given me all the details of his whereabouts. All I had to do was kill him. But this was easier said than done.

I put on my hoodie, and fastened the hood to my face so that hardly any of it could be seen. However, the parts of my face that could be seen, would be enough for Thomas to know it was me.

I took a knife from Steve's vast collection; the sharpest one, that would cut the easiest and cause him the most pain. Once this deed had been done, the Mafia would be saved from the police, because Thomas wouldn't be able to snitch anymore, and my life wouldn't be at threat from Thomas either.

I hid the knife underneath my hoodie and walked outside, into the dark, black night. The stars dimly lit the sky. I walked and walked and walked, one step in front of the other, my heart thumping with nerves. I couldn't bottle out now. This was the only thing left for me to do... Before I could go back to living life. Before my mind would be at rest, I'd gain closure, and some inner peace...

I turned down an alleyway, reaching the streets where Thomas lived. I saw a shadow in the street, and began stepping closer to realise that Thomas was standing outside of his house, smoking. His back was turned to me, so he couldn't see me approaching.

This was it. I wasn't scared anymore. I wasn't sweating, and I wasn't shaking with nerves. It felt so right that I was doing this. I forgot about the Thomas that I once knew in primary school.

This was all about the Thomas that I knew now.

I slowly withdrew the knife from my hoodie, and held it behind my back. I stepped closer to Thomas, being careful not to make the slightest sound. As I neared him, just inches behind him, he began to turn around, confused. I took this opportunity to pounce on him and throw him to the ground.

"What the fuck!" Thomas yelled, groaning under my harsh grip. I muffled his noises with my hand, feeling the sweat around his lips gather on my hands.

"You will pay for what you did," I said slowly. I kicked him in the abdomen several times, just like he had done to me, but even harder, to make sure he felt treble the pain I had done.

I punched his stomach continuously, and he yelled loudly in pain. I punched him harder, each punch letting out a louder cry. Never in my life was I aware that killing someone could feel so satisfying.

I put my full weight on Thomas, placing my hand over his mouth again to stop his loud, intensifying cries for help. It was then that I stabbed his stomach, and then once again in his chest area. I was careful not to stab him in the heart, because I wanted him to die a slow and painful death. To bleed out all over the floor, and beg for his life...

Just like he left me to die in my own pool of blood, begging for my own life.