Twisted Revenge by A.ZChaudhry

Chapter 1

*unedited and subject to change before Amazon publication*

ALESSIO

The driver opened the door for me when I stepped out into the cool night in my crisp dark suit, my hair ruffled, Rolex watch on display, knives hidden in my waistband behind my gun and my cufflinks with my initials shining like never before. I hardened my chest, the feel of the heavy ink of my tattoos glorifying my inner satisfaction out, making me flex my muscles just for the sake of it. I adjusted my suit, hardened my chin bone and made my stature stiff to show dominance. Veins protruded against my neck, arms and hands, adding fuel to the already heavy ego growing within me when I looked at the front door of the man I loathed the most, hated the most and daily burned my guts in the memory of his still unpaid debt.

I help. Being a mafia boss doesn't mean that I don't help, I do fucking help, but? But if it's a barter system and if I have thrown in my dice and made a move? I expect you to throw in your fucking dice as well and make a move because if you don't and run away after my turn? I'll hunt you down and rip your insides out until my damn hunt for thirst isn't satisfied. You don't sit for chess and never finish it. And this fucker sure did exactly that.

Took a loan of five billion dollars, to never return it back.

Five months was the maximum that I could give, not even a day more as that was none of my problem. He knew that he had to return me back the money even before he came to ask me like a hungry dog, and so? Giving him an extra five months after six was enough. More than enough, even for charity.

I walked up the driveway when immediately the door opened and his wife greeted me, her petite self shivering in my presence, dark circles under her eyes, wrinkles blown across her face and death masked over her face, "Good evening, boss."

I just nodded and went inside when the sitting room came into view and Richard stretched out his hand for me to shake, "Boss."

I eyed his out-stretched hand and then raised a brow at him. Mocking was my thing, joking wasn't. But at a time of bargain, jokes tend to scare the shit out of my opponent, so I did exactly that. I joked, "I have OCD. Would need to wash my hands a million times before I tie my shoe laces."

He- the dumb-fuck- clearly didn't understand the sarcasm and was about to respond when I turned away to make my way to the nearest sofa, "Save it."

Sitting there, I eased myself and placed my right ankle over my left knee, already feeling as the most powerful one. Richard sat across from me, his whole body tight in tension and visibly distressed. His wife came inside with a trolley when she placed it in front of me. There were sandwiches, pizzas and what the fuck not, when I eyed her, "Poverty is quite a problem these days, didn't your dearest of a husband tell you? Or does he also tell you to waste away money like a lone motherfucker does?"

She intertwined her hands together, her dirty apron practically brown with the dirt when she stammered, "B-b-oss-"

"I hate people who stammer. Makes me want to cut their tongues off and donate it in charity."

She zipped her mouth when I glared at her, "Did you ask me before bringing this? Did any exterior body language of mine indicate that I came here hungry? Why would you waste food? Feeding me food from my own money, Mrs. Richard?"

The wife, I sensed, was fucking close to tears when she swallowed. Before she could start crying like an old hag, I waved her away, "Take this away."

"Yes, boss. Anything to drink?"

"Alcohol."

She nodded and scurried away when I touched my tongue to the inside of my cheek, looking at Richard, "I believe you weren't expecting me to bring in invitation cards of brochures or flyers to tell you as to why I am here."

"No no, boss. I very well know-"

"Richard, cut this shit out. My money?"

"Boss, I don't have it."

"If I was in your place, at least I would have the decency to feel ashamed while saying that."His wife came in and handed me a glass on a tray when picking it up, I motioned for her to sit next to her husband. She sat with him- but a bit far- and continued looking at the ground. One look at her and I knew she was being abused at home. How I knew? My mother taught me signs to figure out abuse.

Richard started, "Boss-"

"What's your wife's name?"

Her head snapped up at me but she didn't dare say a word when Richard cleared his throat, "Viola."

I nodded and looked at her, "Go and fucking wash your face. Then come back here." Tons and tons of makeup hiding the proof of violence. What a shame.

Her eyes widened and her body started shivering when she didn't move. I looked at my watch and then back at her, "Two minutes, meaning a hundred and twenty seconds. Don't piss me off."

She hurried away when Richard was white in the face. I smacked my lips and continued to drink the alcohol, "Yes? My money?"

"Boss, I have a barter system for you."

I scoffed, "And what possibly can you give me?"

He was about to respond when the front door opened and a girl's voice was heard as she shouted, "Mama!!! Who is here?"

She was about to cross the sitting room when Richard ran towards her, grabbed her by the arm and shoved her in the sitting room, "My daughter."

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Legit.

Fucking.

Silence.

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