The Arrogant Mafia Destiney

Chapter Eleven

Keith POV

Disgusting is what I thought when I entered my warehouse in Mercerie. 

George; our captive from the Black Shadow Mafia was in a terrible state, muck could be smell from miles away; Fucking pathetic that's  what I thought.

 This fucking piece of shit who has some information on how my shipment was hacked and stolen doesn't look so big and bad after all. 

For two weeks I told Marcus to leave this fucker in the Alligator cell where my two best killers were. Tie and Die are two alligators that I got when they were babies. They have been doing a good job getting rid of all my enemies for me. I make sure that both of my best killers get the best meals and now that George is in there, they are just waiting for the signal to have their meal. 

Me, Marcus, Donny, and Taylor walk into the cell. George's head turns in our direction when he heard the cell grill open. I know he heard about me, but he has never seen me before. I always stay away from the world. Being the headmaster of the underworld, I choose to not be in the spotlight. Now that this fucker had to see my face this is serious. 

George was tied to a chair looking terrified. 

Signaling Marcus to start the torture seam like it was a pleasure for him. For thirty minutes Marcus tortured George over and over again asking him the same question over and over again about our shipment, but no answer was given. A bloody mouth and nose were all that could be seen on George's face; blood dripped from his mouth to the ground leaving evidence of Marcus's handy work.

 I was getting impatient waiting for answers. Signaling Marcus to stop I took over the Interrogation. 

Slow step I took from the dark corner of the room towards George. I spoke slowly but deadly so that he could hear me.

'George!, I need you to tell me where is my shipment of over 30 million of my most expensive  Rolex watch you got in your hand?' These watches have not been on the market, I personally design them. Now before you answer, make sure you think carefully about your answer.

The look I had on my face speak death if I don't hear what I need to hear. 

'I...III...III... Don't know anything about this shipment.' George studdered out. 

I raise my eyebrow at his reply and smirk on his answer. Walking towards the table to my left I retrieved a knife and a small bottle of liquid; I make sure that he saw the type of knife I choose, which is a salmon knife one of my favorites.  slowly I walked towards him making eye contact. I could see the terror that was written all over his face. 

 Without asking him another question, I plug the Knife deep inside his leg and dragged it down to his knees leaving a big opening. Screams could be heard but I didn't stop. I took the knife out while looking at the fucker. I pour the liquid from the bottle inside the raw wound on his leg. The stabbing is nothing compared to the burning of the liquid.  Acid was poured from the bottle inside that area. He was screaming like a bitch and trying to get out of the chair, but he couldn't. I let him bear the pain for what seemed like a lifetime before I put some other liquid to cool down the area. 

With just one word he starts talking like a fucking bitch. 

'Speak!' I said. 

'Okay, Okay, I will talk. no more, please.'

With no promises from me, he starts telling me what happen to my shipment. 

"We were following orders; Allando from the Black Shadow Mafia, told us that we had to collect a shipment from Smith's warehouse. We gather some guys and went there. A guy by the name of Thomas  (AKA Spiders) told us where the shipment was and we collect it with no trouble."