The Coyotes Cry: Mafia Boss!Noah Sebastian x OFC[AU]

Chapter One

NOAH

The screams were muted due to the concrete confines of the room, the cold, moist air circulating us in a suffocating grip. But none of that mattered, the only thing that did was strapped to the chair in front of me. Cleaning the sharp blade on the once-white handkerchief, I clicked my tongue at the raw screams.

"Scream all you want. No one can hear you all the way down here," I said while pointing to the concrete walls. "I mixed the concrete myself with a special formula. Think of it as soundproof."

The man spat blood at my feet, nearly missing my black boots. "Fuck you!"

A chuckle to the left of me and I glanced over to one of my right-hand men, Joakim. Although, we in OMNS always called him Jolly.

"I applaud the fire in you," Jolly nodded at the man. "You'll need it."

Twirling the knife between my fingers, I yet again asked the same question that I asked three times previously.

"Who killed Vincent?"

"I already told you fuckers, I don't know!" The man, Barry, choked out on a mouth full of blood. "You're asking the wrong guy!"

As Barry fought against the bindings, the chair scraping against the ground at our feet, I hummed in mock disappointment. "No, Barry. I don't think we are. My intel tells me that someone in the Irish Mafia killed a dear friend of mine."

"I hate to tell you, your intel is wrong," Barry said with a dry chuckle.

Suddenly his screams of agony sounded like music to my ears as I dug the knife deep into his thigh directly above the previous wound that Jolly had given him with the screwdriver. My hair fell into my eyes and I hastily brushed it back with my large hand, blood smearing in the dark strands. I'd been due for a haircut for the last few weeks but haven't found anyone able to give me the correct Levi cut since my older barber passed away.

"My intel is never wrong," I gritted out through clenched teeth while twisting the knife deeper.

Barry was a blubbering mess, dark tendrils of his hair covered the agony on his face so with a sharp nod from me, Jolly stood behind Barry and ripped his head back so I could watch in pleasure.

"Now, I'm only going to ask one more time," I twisted the knife deeper. "Who killed Vincent?"

He did his best to writhe away but with my knife piercing him in place and Jolly's tight grip on his hair, there was nowhere for Barry to run. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose, and the cut on his eyebrow. Before we captured him, he had the looks of a movie star but now, I couldn't help but cringe.

"I already told you," he sobbed, a mess of blood and snot. "I swear."

Jolly and I shared a look for a brief moment before we pushed away from Barry to slink over to the far end of the room to have a conversation.

"Do you believe him?" Jolly tied up his hair into a messy bun.

I placed my hands on my hips and sighed. "I don't think he knows who killed Vincent but he knows the right direction we need to look. We need to crank it up a notch and show him that OMNS isn't going to back down from this."

Instantly, he understood and while he retreated up the stairs to my office, I titled my head at Barry.

"What family do you work for?" I asked.

His breathing was shallow and unsteady thanks to the hard blows of Jolly's fists to his ribs but I had to marvel at this kid's drive to remain loyal.

"The Walsh's," he eventually answered.