The Mafioso's Corpse Bride

chapter 23

DARKNESS was the first thing that could be noticed in the vast place, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps and groaning echoing through the four corners of the room.

In one instance, a person drops to the cold, hard ground, his blood dripping down from his forehead.

His face was swollen from all the bruises and wounds he sustained, and it was obvious with just a glance that he was having a rough time breathing.

A foot suddenly stopped in front of his vision, and his eyes slowly lifted to look at the person with black leather shoes.

Immediately, a man fills his eyes with a dark expression on his face. The man looked at him with coldness while lighting a cigarette stick.

"J-Jefe," he uttered in a weak tone. His eyes were immediately filled with tears, as though he wanted to beg his master for a drop of mercy.

Israel didn't say a word. The thoughts in his head couldn't be discerned as he heard the man sobbing in small whimpers.

"Please, I beg of you . . . I won't do it again," the man said, lowering his head to the ground. His body was trembling in fear of losing his life.

The man slowly creeps down to lower his gaze, the cigarette stick in his hand flittering like a candlestick.

"David," he said, which made the man lift his head once more. However, as soon as he did so, he howled in pain after the burnt cigarette touched his bare skin.

The man immediately fell to the hard ground, his face planted in the mud, as Israel just stared at him with the same indifferent gaze.

"A dog who bites his owner," he commented in a low, cold voice. "Do you know what I hate the most, David?" Israel uttered, watching each and every passing movement the man was making.

"I-I don't dare to know, jefe," David replied, which made him let out a sneer.

He paused for a few seconds, his footsteps echoing again after standing up.

"It is when a dog gets to taste luxurious steak and it already thinks that it is entitled to the same luxury," he continued, making the man chill down his spine.

"W-What do you mean, jefe?" the man dared ask him while still lowering his gaze to the ground.

"I have expected this to happen, David. I just thought that it was amusing how you played in the palm of my hands."

He then walked around the man who was on the ground, thinking of ways to cut off his limbs.

"Did you play nicely when I was out?" Israel added, to which the man immediately shook his head.

He couldn't fully understand what was going through his mind or what he meant with those words. He just stayed silent, praying that the nightmare would be over.

"N-No," David replied, stuttering.

"Well, that's too bad." The footsteps stopped again, and this time, the man could feel his back becoming heavier and heavier.

"I have thought that if I were to give you a chance, you wouldn't waste such an opportunity and have my wife ruined completely for me."

His eyes widened for a second when he realized what his boss meant.

"Jefe, what do you mean—Argh!" The man couldn't continue his words after receiving a heavy blow to the stomach. Immediately, he hurled out blood from the inside and spat it out on the ground.

"Shh," the man said. "But it's a shame. If you were going to play as a dog, you should have done it well and impressed me," he added, removing his foot across his back and arching back to look at him on the ground again.