The Enemy

Chapter Fifteen

~Matteo~

I've been kind of avoiding Samora like the plague these past couple of days. It's not that I don't want to see her I just don't know what to say to her. It was kind of a spur of the moment type of thing when I asked her to be my girlfriend. In hind sight when she said she couldn't do this I was just gonna let her go. She was asking me questions that I didn't want to answer and I'm not one to just give in. She had every right to feel how she felt, she could have lost her life. However I couldn't give her the answers she was looking for even if I wanted too. I've already come to the conclusion that the stupid motherfuckers weren't there to kill me. They couldn't even if they wanted too. Even still I'm beyond pissed off. Dino was able to catch one of them alive but he hasn't been able to give me the information that I want and my patience as thin as it already is, has completely depleted.

Before I took over as capo for my dad I was a vice admiral in SISMI which is a military intelligence agency in Italy. Majority of my time was spent torturing enemies of the state for intelligence on whatever we deemed important. I went into the military when I was sixteen. At first it was my way of righting the wrongs of my father and his way of life. Once I understood what really happened to my birth mother I felt he was the cause and didn't want anything to do with him. But as time went on I begin to realize that life isn't black and white plus I have a different calling on my life and it doesn't include taking orders from anybody that isn't myself. In the end I was dishonorable discharged for almost taking the life of my senior officer although that wasn't the offical story. In truth by the time our personalities clashed for the last time I've wanted him dead for many reasons my main reasoning being that I wanted out and he was seriously starting to get on my nerves. My time in service has since been scrubbed from the database, we both did some fucked up shit while in service and they did not want to deal with any repercussions our actions might cause. However the training I've received has been put to good use. Becoming a ghost and getting answers are among my favorites.

Picking up a pair of pliers from my table of toys I take two steps closer to James, the guy Dino caught outside of the restaurant. He's been reluctant to give me my answers and because he's a child no more than eighteen I've been being nice. But like I've said my patience is gone. I originally was going to keep him alive let him go back to where he came from and let his boss be the one to kill him when he realizes he's been compromised. I don't relish in having to kill children but I will if it means I get what the fuck I want in the end. He should have chosen to run drugs and stand clear of the big dogs but like they always do he chose wrong. "Do you know how long it takes for finger nails to grow back?" I took his hand and placed them on the table in front of him. He tried to force his hands back which resulted in me breaking his thumb. "Carlos give me that hot glue gun from out of that cabinet" I pointed to the six foot cabinet in the back of the room. We're currently in one of the huts I have on my property. I have about seven on this property alone all of which serve their own purposes. This one is about three miles east of the main house. I don't entertain much but whenever la mia famiglia (my family) visit the states I don't want or need the children to hear shit they don't need to hear. I have everything spaced out as such for the same reason. Children should remain as innocent as possible for as long as possible. Which is one of my reasons why I will never have any. I know I'm going to die a horrible death, it'll be bloody nasty and it definitely won't be an open casket. Why would I put someone I claim to love through that? It's selfish and irresponsible. Which is probably why I should have just let Samora walk away. I guess I was feeling selfish and irresponsible that night however I'll figure out a way to get out of it.

Carlos does as he's told and hands me the glue gun. After plugging in the gun I attach a tube of super glue and sit it down next to James' hand. I sit down across from him and unbotton my suit jacket. Closing my eyes I silently count to four trying to keep my anger in check before it gets the better of me. Whenever my anger flies off the handle I always end up killing more people than I intend too. Not only do I not get the answers I want or need I end up not being able to blame it on anybody other than myself which in turn pisses me off more. I've been working on my anger and I've been doing good with the whole counting thing. However it's been a while since someone shot at me on purpose so it's getting increasingly hard for me to keep calm especially since James here thinks he has an option. I pick up the glue gun with my left hand and grab one of his hands with my right. He looks at me confused for a second before he tries to mask it with indifference. He's definitely not trained in the way that my men were other wise he would have been able to hide his emotions better. I can tell the uncertainty of his situation is starting to scare him. He figured he could keep quiet for as long as possible and in the end I would grow annoyed and kill him. He probably walked into this knowing he would die however he didn't anticipate how that would happen. You can shoot a person twice let it heal then shoot them again. You can do that for a year and six months in they'll get used to it. However I don't plan on shooting him. Not yet anyway.