Tranquillity

[9] Merciless Mafia Boss

Author's POV

"È nell'ultima cella, capo. Nessuno l'ha toccato, come da tuo ordine." Marco bowed his head at the eldest D'Angelo brother before informing him with a neutral expression.

(He is in the last cell, boss. No one touched him, as per your order.)

Damon gave him a nod of acknowledgement and gestured his other two brothers to follow them with Elijah by his side. The men who were imprisoned inside the cells began shaking in fear once they saw the infamous D'Angelo brothers walking inside the basement. The torture they had to go through was enough for them to know that the brothers were nothing but some ruthless monsters.

As they reached the last cell, Marco opened the door for them as they wordlessly got in, planning murder in their cryptic and obscure minds. A snap of finger came from Damon, indicating Marco's dismissal. The middle-aged man obeyed and closed the door behind him, pitying the man who was not going to make out alive from here.

Inside the room, there layed an unconscious man with bruises decorating his face. Dried blood was splattered across his face, causing a sense of satisfaction to spread across the elder twin's chest. His punches surely did a number on him.

One minute, the man was on the floor motionlessly, the other minute he was coughing hysterically while slapping his chest repeatedly. He looked up to see who threw the cold water on him and froze upon realising the tall, dark figures standing a meter away from him.

"Why a-am I h-here?" The bruised man coughed out, his body shivering in fear. The chains holding his body against the wall only made him feel more vulnerable infront of the dangerous, influential people who were the most feared men in Italy.

"For a tea party." Came in Killian's sarcastic reply, his hands trembling from the rage he felt from seeing the fucker once again. "What do you think, motherfucker?"

"What d-do you m-mean? I haven't done a-anything! Let me g-go." He pathetically stuttered, pushing himself more against the wall. All four pairs of those dark eyes were making him feel terrified.

TW - Violence

"We will let you go, just not alive." The dark laugh that came from Killian made the man flinch in fear. A loud scream erupted from his throat as sharp pain shot through his hand. His cries filled the room as Killian threw an axe on his wrist, separating his hand from his arm.

Blood gushed through his wrist profusely as the man sobbed hysterically in pain. Another scream left his lips when the same was done with his other hand. The feeling of excruciating pain made it harder for him to breath as he gasped for air.

"These were the hands that touched her, right?" Killian crouched infront of his quivering frame, a blaze of burning rage swirling in his grey eyes. "So, I cut them off."

"I-I am s-sorry! Please s-stop!" The man cried out, squirming in his hold. The other three brothers watched the gruesome scenes infront of them with an emotionless face on. They did not feel bad, no, if anything they wanted to hurt him more.

"Did you stop when she asked you to?" Another voice, which did not belong to Killian, spoke up from the darkness. The room was freezing cold with no light coming inside. It gave a sense of dread and uncertainty to the victim, causing his mind to go on a tornado of panicked emotions.