Devil's Snare

Chapter 2- Victor Cavallo

Somewhere in one of the high-rise buildings in Manhattan, a man with godly looks walks into a building with his dominating aura. He is tall, around 6'4, with beautiful skin and Cerulean blue eyes, his dark hair so perfect would make anyone want to run their fingers through it, his chiseled jawline so sharp like a santoku knife that could make anyone want to run their fingers down it, body so perfect and muscular could put Adonis to shame, voice so thick, silky, and deep like Brazilian chocolate.

As beautiful as his looks are, his mind is an absolute mess and twisted. He is a complete psychopath who loves to torture his enemies; he could give Hades a run for his money; he has no remorse, no pain, and no fear of God, he loves to kill, and that is the only thing that satiates his hunger apart from his fiancé. As twisted as his brain is, he is brilliant, has businesses worldwide, and loves to step on people to rise in life.

He walked into the building where a man was tied to a chair, bloodied and beaten up; as soon as he heard heavy footsteps, the man began to shake visibly; the tall man walked to the beaten-up man. "Who was it?', asked Victor, tracing the man's face with his sharp knife, "Please, I have no idea, y don't know, I am a mere manager, please let me go, sir," pleaded the man, Victor said nothing other than chuckling, he knelt to the height of a tied man, "oh really? Then why were you seen talking to Marcel Blanc's men?" the man's breath got stuck in his throat, "I... I was..." Victor never gave Adrian a chance to speak; Victor dipped Adrian's fingers in a vat of Hydrochloric acid. The man shrieked in agony as his fingertips and nails were wholly corroded due to acid, "one last chance," Victor smirked looking at the man in pain, the man couldn't speak, "OK, I have all the time in the world to do this, saying this Victor dipped his other hand in the acid.

"Do you know what I do to betrayers, Adrian?" Adrian had an idea of the stories that Victor's mafia is capable of; they skin people alive; Victor's hobby is to peel people's lives with his tools and tactics; Adrian's eyes widened at the thought of being skinned alive, and Victor smirked, knowing his reputation precedes him, he walked over to get his tools to begin his favorite work, Victor grabbed a pair of forceps and a huge knife, just as he was about to begin his torture, the man caved, "Please I don't know anything, I was offered money to tell them the addresses of our warehouses," Victor smirked bringing the knife close to the man's eyes, "Was the money worth losing your life Adrian?", Victor plunged his blade deep into the man's eye socket, the main let out a terrible cry of pain, which soothed Victor's ear's, "Please kill me, please I cannot, kill me," Adrian started begging.

Victor came close to the man's ears and said, "Shush. Not a sound from your mouth; I hate it when they cry", he said, looking at his men; he then removed the knife from the man's stabbed eye and blood started gushing out the second the knife was pulled out, he traced it from his eye socket to his chest all the while he was crying in pain, and stabbed the knife right through his heart, the man's suffering ended, Victor could Adrian's soul leaving his eyes, he then carved his name onto his chest, he stepped back admiring his work. Victor looked at his men; he was immediately handed a towel to clean his hands. "God. he ruined my suit," wiping his hands; he then instructed his men to send Adrian's body to Marcel. He walked out of the building as if he didn't just take a life and got ready to get to his work in his crisp bespoke suit.

As soon as he walks into his office, his assistant walks in to let him know his schedule, "good morning, sir," the assistant greets cheerfully; the man hums his response with no emotions in his voice or eyes, "we have a busy day ahead of us sir, we have to meet investors to talk about our new investments," the man kept babbling. Victor Cavallo's mind wandered somewhere or to someone. The man is whipped by his fiancé and soon-to-be wife, Maya Matthews, they loved each other a little too much, and it is safe to say that Victor Cavallo's life is influenced by his mother, sister, and his beautiful fiancé.

While his thoughts were running wild, his assistant kept babbling; just as the assistant was about to speak further, Victor's phone started ringing, and he immediately knew who it was. he always gave undivided attention to the women in his life. Knowing that his boss's attention was not on work right this second, his assistant took leave and left his office.

Victor's lips curved into a smile, thinking about the love of his life, his fiancé; as soon as he answered his phone, his ears met with a sweet voice; Hello, Mr., I am always busy; where are you?" Maya asked lovingly, "hello, miss soon-to-be Mrs. Cavallo, I am in the office; why?" asked Victor. "Let's go have lunch," Victor could sense her expression through the phone; after all, she is a model and an actress who is busy, and he loves to spend time with her whenever he gets a chance.

"We can go right after I am done with my work, I'll send Rick to pick you up, and I'll meet you at the restaurant," Victor responded; Maya happily chirped and bid him goodbye.

Thinking of Maya always brings peace to his dark life. Though he has everything in life, calling Maya brings him the utmost satisfaction. Victor and Maya are childhood sweethearts, or that's what they like to think, both belonging to uber-rich families, both families' people in business by day and mafia families by night, and in the shadows, Victor took over his father's businesses when he came of age, and became the successful mastermind that he is today.

Setting his thoughts aside, he drowned himself in work, forgetting the world, the clock stuck at five, and he walked out of his office heading to the restaurant, thinking of Maya; he constantly worried about his family after all the list of his enemies is longer than his life. Sometimes, he envied ordinary people, how they can have fun, eat whatever they want, and live their life to the fullest, without enemies. Being born into the Cavallo family is a curse and a blessing, for his heart and the mansion he lives in hold secrets, secrets made from blood and pain.