𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

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Eiran Sinclair

"Kill him if he raises his head even for one second." I ordered the boy whose lips trembled before speaking, "ple..please don't make me do this. He is my d- dad."

I turned my head towards his so-called father- Marco Rossi, who was one of my men-my own guard- to be precise, but unfortunately he tried to defy me. To betray me.

And now, will I spare him?

I stay quiet, sitting on the sofa, manspreading my legs and maintaining a blank expression, though the rage burning inside my head and the plan to unalive him runs deep down. A faint crease forms between my head as I try to read their expressions.

The boy, Vincenzo, stands in front of his namesake father with my gun in his shaky hands and water droplets oozing out of his eyes. He is a 20 years old smart boy who has a vacuous father. Poor boy! Had to drag him here to see the cruel death of his dickhead father.

On the other side, I see Marco crying and shivering continuously with his head bow down. Does he think he can manipulate me by shedding his useless tears?

Let's prove him wrong, shall we?

I rub my palms on my thighs, glancing towards both of them and stood up with a devilish smirk appearing on my face.

"Then what should I do to him, Vincenzo?" My calm voice only intimidates him even more. "You think child trafficking is a good deed?" Vincenzo's eyes widens at my question and I assume that he didn't know this hidden side of his so-called father.

Turns out that Marco Rossi was betraying me since the past months by joining hands with one of my enemy's child trafficking gangs. That gang not only kidnaps the kids but also sexually harasses them, beat them, sell them, starve them and force them to work. In all these Marco helped them under my name.

Since I run a secret Mafia business of my own that no one is aware of, it was easy for Marco to manipulate the opponents that we work for the same thing(child trafficking) and the reason why he did this was to earn extra money.
Greedy Fucking Bastard. Marco's pea sized brain thought that he could betray me?

"You told me that you will help those kids reach their home safely. You lied to me dad!" Vincenzo yelled, fury visible in his eyes that turned red due to crying and anger. I see his grip on the gun tightening but before he could pull the trigger, I snatched the gun from him.