Forced To Marry The Devil In A Suit

10. Queen Morettie

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Fire In My Head by Two Feet

~~ Alessandro's P.O.V~~

  The sound of gurgled muffles and cries echo around the shipment containers, only making the torture that much more fun. "So Andrei, I hear you like to sneak around my shipping containers; specifically the ones filled with coke." I say with a smirk, taking a seat in a chair across from the chained up dumb ass "I didn't steal shit!" he gurgles through his own blood, making it drip from his busted teeth and lips."Then why did the product come up missing, huh? Do you think im a fucking moron Andrei?!" I roar feeling the boiling anger beginning to show me red. "I just went to do the fucking drop! I dropped a bag of fucking smack for some junky shipment employee but it was Dimitrys shit, I bought it from him the same morning at the coffee shop." Again with this fucking coffee shop, I swear im burning that mother fucker to the ground. " Tell me, who sent you out on the drop?" I ask standing from my chair taking slow steps towards the sorry son of a bitch. "They're all anonymous, we are told where to drop from a burner phone and then we fucking drop!" he growls shaking against his chains holding him up to the wall. 

"I appreciate your honesty, I really do." I chuckle before taking a deep puff of my cigar and blowing it in his face making him cough and gag "Ty deystvitetl'no d'yavol. "(you really are the Devil.) "Ah yes.. I hear this often." all conscious thoughts are on hold until this man is splattered across the fucking room. I need more information, better information and he's wasting my time by pissing his pants and shaking like the shit he is. "If you want freedom so bad then get it yourself otherwise you'll rot down here with no-one to hear your screams for miles." he gasps choking on his own blood spattering it onto my white button down "take the burner phone, they call us for the drops!" Here we go.. something useful "Where?" Andrei's face begins to fall showing me his dizzy state of mind. With a hard smack he's hardly conscious "wake up! Where the fuck is the phone?!" Still no response "I don't have time for this shit" I growl taking my cigar and putting it to his sweaty chest filling the container with the smell of burnt flesh "ahh fuck!" He howls in agony straining against hist restraints "My car! My car!" He yells in a defeated whimper.

"Go!" I yell, sending three men to the car, keeping Micalo, Enzo, and Giovanni my main men at my side. "You know we could just leave him here anyways." Enzo chuckles walking up next to me "mmm but that's too easy for someone who wad willing to give up his men so quickly." Micalo begins to chuckle next to Gio who's shaking his head in laughter "should've known you wouldn't let him go." Micalo says on his way out of the container "your call Capo." With a simple movmenet my switch blade is out of my pocket, I begin holding my cigar against it putting it out and turning the blade hot. My cigar hits the floor a second faster than I slice through Andrei's stomach. Andrei begins to scream, "I told you what you wanted!" He cries through a pale sweat."You gave up your people in under fifteen minutes. You're weak, and I don't tolerate weak links." Giovani flicks his lighter to light a smoke catching my attention, our eyes meet, and with one smirk, he flips it to me.

When I flick the flame, I bring the flame up to Andrei's face. "Time to fry for your sins, Andrei." I whisper, taking the flame to his blood-soaked shirt, bringing it to a flame against his open wound "ahhh stop! Stop!" He begs shaking against his restraints as the flame begins to spread across his clothing." Give him some gas and smoke it to ash." I tell the boys before leaving the little shit burning and screaming in agony.  On the way back to the estate, the memory of my wife climbing onto my lap, hits me at random, and the way she got jealous over Mariana. I guess I can't say much considering I just singed the fucker that's been trying to get into her pants for a while. Apparently, he's been mouthing off to his little friends about my wife's tight ass and we can't have the queen be disrespected like that especially not mine. Once I arrive to the estate I quickly park, heading in for a much needed drink before this little Masquerade ball.