mafias obsession(1st book in mafia obsession series)

chapter 19: revenge is a bitch

LYE'S POV:

As soon as i knew she was relaxed and safe with my friends i got up and sneaked away. Earlier whilst i was waiting for my princess to wake up, the others had tracked down who was the shooter. And now that i knew my sweet angel would be ok i had the chance to teach this bastard that messing with my future wife was the wrong decision to make.

I arrived at his house in under a matter of minutes and knocked on his door. I knew i was going to break down his door anyway, but i might as well have him a little more fearful before i did. Breaking down the door with a single kick i saw him on his couch, staring at the television. By his bloodied nose and fresh bruises i could tell the others already started on what was to come.

"hello" I stood in the hallway staring at the man, making him jump. "I suppose you've been expecting me" I smiled through my teeth. He continued to simply stare at the television and ignore me.

"No manners? If I greet you your supposed to greet me back." His continuation to ignore me made my blood boil. He should be begging for his life not being disrespectful.

I walked behind him and put my hand over his shoulder, giving it a tighter than friendly squeeze. "Lets talk shall we" I smiled at him.

"What do you want" he mumbled.

"Just to have a little conversation that's all" I smiled but he could see past the fakeness. "Lets get to the point shall we" I removed my hand and walked in front of him, keeping my distance "you commited a robbery at a small supermarket correct?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"What's it to you?" He asked, showing a slight frustration at me being here. He was going to get alot more frustrated when he realises whats to come next.

"Well my wife was in that store you see" I answered. She would either tell me she wasn't yet my wife or blush at my comment, the thought of her blush made me smile slightly.

"Oh so it's personal then" the man was stupid enough to laugh.

"I wouldn't laugh if I was you" I stated coldly.

"Why not" he laughed more and I got a whiff of his drunken breath as he did. That bastard had been drinking, no wonder he's not affected by me.

"Seems like you've had a few to drink" I gave a pointed look over to his kitchen where I caught a glimpse of a few bottles of beer and whiskey.

"And?" His un-bothered expression annoyed me but that would change in only a matter of seconds.

"Just an observation" it wasn't but he wouldn't know any better.

"If your not gonna say anything you might as well leave" he stated.

I walked closer to him, showing how I towered over him. As I pulled out my knife his sarcastic smile faltered.

"Seeing as you seem to love making a mess so much how about I do the same to you" I put the knife to his neck, it digging ever so slightly into him. I pressed the knife further and further by each second. Before stopping and looking at him.

"Tell me, how was it to have that power over my wife? Good I suppose?" I asked.

"It felt amazing. She's a pretty little thing she is" he smiled. How dare he talk about my princess like that. "Bet she's good in the bedroom too" he continued, he wasn't wrong but it wasn't like he would ever be able to know. She belonged to me and Sadie.

"I suppose you would want to know wouldn't you? You would love to get a taste of her soft lips and touch her pretty skin. Let her give you all the pleasure you could dream of" my tone was indefinable, you couldn't tell if I was being sarcastic, truthful or threatening.

He smirked at the thought and it brought the distasteful feeling of metal in my mouth. If he even thought he had a single chance with her he was more than wrong.

"Too bad she's taken. I would make her mine if I could" he chuckled at his thought and it made me want to strangle him. Disrespecting what belonged to me was something I would never let slide.

"See that's the thing isn't it. She's taken. She already belongs to someone else. She's mine." I stabbed his thigh at the last sentence, making him scream in agony.

"Oh? That hurts does it? My apologies" I dug the knife deeper making him cry out.

"You bastard!" He yelled. If I was a bastard I was my two girls bastards. And I would protect them both with everything I had.

"Hm, such a disrespectful choice of language, you really don't have any manners do you" I asked sarcastically. Thinking about manners brought me to think about how my princess wanted us to raise our children in the future, with the best ones, she wanted them to be respectful and kind and have the best manners anyone ever could. She truly is perfect.

"I don't care about your fucking manners weirdo" I laughed at his choice of word.

"I'm the weirdo yet your the one who's ten times older than my wife and was talking about fucking her?" My tone was extremely sarcastic. He couldn't be serious if he truly thought I was the weirdo when he was about 55 years old if I was to guess and was talking about my future wife like she was simply a piece of cake.

I dug the knife even deeper into his thigh making him yell out.

"I'll have you arrested! You'll go to jail for life!" He tried to threaten me but the thing was there was only 3 people in this world that I was afraid of, my mother, Zay and Allia. And he wasn't even close to any of them.

"Really? And how do you expect to have that done?" I asked with a simple smile, making him glare at me. "Well?" I laughed when he didn't give me a single response.

"You see I would continue this interesting conversation but I don't want my wife to realise I'm gone so how about we finish this up shall we" I stated as my alarm went off and when I looked back at him he was nothing more than blood and guts. He must have been stupid if he thought my friends would actually give him some whiskey. I'm surprised he didn't taste the difference.