His to conceal #1

2|| -you learn something new everyday-

— Domenico —

As I enter my house I discard my car keys somewhere on the table and slam the front door shut.

"Alex, where the fuck are you!?" I scream out to my best worker, well the one who I thought was my best worker. The one I thought could make no mistakes, turns out he made the biggest mistake anyone working under me ever made.

His lack of response only further increased my frustration.

Where was that son of a bitch?

I walk through the whole of the downstairs, even where his bedroom was but to no avail he wasn't there. So I decide to check upstairs going up two stairs at a time, my anger now at its peak.

I don't normally get angry over such trivial things, but his lack of response to take ownership of his actions, frustrates me beyond belief.

Once I finished climbing up the stairs I open each and every door trying to find Alex.

Where's is that bastard hiding?

He's really starting to piss me off and I'm this close to just putting a bullet through his head once I get my hands on him, fuck I need to calm down.

I've been through all the rooms the only one left is my study, he must be in there because no one can vanish in the span of one hour, unless they're getting kidnapped.

I slowly open the door to be able to enter quietly in case he is in here, I want to be able to grab him and make him struggle to breath for a few moments, then question his incompetence.

As I slowly open it fully and look around the room silently looking around for any sing of life. But then something in the ground catches my attention.

Blood

Lo and behold the body lying in the blood is non other than Alex, blood trickling out of 4 places on his body. From his head, right arm, left leg, and his stomach. All of which I can only assume are bullet wounds.

Well shit.

I don't bother rushing to his side to check if he's alive, because I already know he's dead. I mean it's kind of an easy to tell because his blue eyes lack the warmth of a living person. His normal deep tanned skin has grown pale and he's lost way too much blood to be living.

I kneel on the ground next to him not minding the blood gathered by my knees because as long as it's not mine, I couldn't care less.

"Dammit" I mumble under my breath while looking down at the body of my now deceased hitman, sure I was pissed at him but he was still non the less was good at killing people without even batting an eye.

I sigh, this was the 6th casualty this month, what is happening to my workers. The best ones are suddenly dropping dead like flies.

Then it hits me, wait a minute, they're dropping dead? That can only mean one thing because there's only one person who thinks they're superior to me. Only one who questions my title and is trying to take my position as don of the Italian mafia.

Cassio Gonzalez.

I can't believe I didn't realise it sooner, the sneaky bastard is smarter than I gave him credit for. He's been the reason for so many of my men dropping dead this month.