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"I couldn't give a fuck, Agnieszka. You betray them, you betray me. Simples?" I pierced the knife through his hand, watching his squirm under the pain, pressure and the coat of sweat that encased him.
Imagined this whole ordeal is in Italian!
He gasped for air before saying more words: " Leonardo, you know me. We're brothers, you, me, and Guiseppe."
I shook my head, twirling an axe-like knife in my hand. "Non. Don't lie. You try to steal my drugs, my guns and my people. Si?" He looked around as if anyone would stand forward and help him.
In their wildest dreams. "I- no it was the gang. Not me!"
I nodded, sitting back in the wooden chair opposite him. "Are you a part of this gang?"
"No, I was-"
Shaking my head I retorted my question, "And don't lie to me."
Agnieszka was severely disappointing me, all these lies just made me angrier. "I was okay, I needed the support, you're Mafia is so dominant and Jakub was doing so well."
Yeah, so well I killed half his men. "He promised such a large sum, for all of us. I have kids Leonardo, you know how that feels." This cunt, standing up he flinched. Eyes shut tight.
"Don't bring anyone into this but your shitty gang. You all are measly leeches to anything that breaths. Your kids would be upset knowing you died because of stupidity."
His mouth opened, and I launched the knife down at his hand. Hacking it off, his screams, pleas, and groans played like a radio in the back of my mind.
After a struggle, his hand bled profusely. Like a fountain, "Bandage it up," I pointed to his bloody arm which had a bone sticking out.
Maybe on my next visit, I'll feed the hand to a stray.
Guiseppe coughed, standing up from his chair. "You need to put some vents in here." The smell was horrendous, stunk from piss, vomit and blood filled the air with a horrible stench.
My nose only felt cleansed when blessed with Ebonys perfumes, heaven on earth. "Did you hear from Massimo?" I saw his mouth clench as I said that stronzo's name.
He has been in a consistent affair with our mother, our father knew but turned a blind eye. I know love makes you do insane things but to this extent? He once confessed he wanted to kill her after having dreams of them having sex.
It wasn't nice to hear about my Dad's troubling marriage, but he has already tried to keep at least one foot open in the door so I try to extend a wavering hand.
"He's probably hearing about this and complaining to someone." He snorted, although Massimo is Italian. He was shunned away from this life as he was so sneaky, that his parents didn't trust him to have any of his slimy hands in their businesses.
