Mafia Marriage

Chapter 7

NATHAN'S P.O.V

"Choose a date for the wedding son", my father said pressuring me yet again.

"Jennifer should be awake by now let's ask her what she wants", I said trying to get my father off my back.

"Fine, go get her Sandra", Armando ordered Sandra. She quickly got up, wow seriously she does anything he says. I was about to say something but my cellphone started ringing.

"Speak", I ordered. 

"It's Chris, we found the mole he's DEA" he informed me.

"I'll be there in an hour", I answered coldly. 

"Did they find the traitor?", my father asked to which I simply nodded. 

"I gotta go", was all I said. Before they could even speak I went out the front doors to my Lambo.

In less then forty minutes I got to the warehouse, Chris was already torturing him. When the man saw me he stiffened, I could see he was terrified and with good reason. 

"Look Michael for some reason I don't believe you work for the DEA, it could be that I'm not a fucking idiot. See, why would the DEA jeopardize an undercover mission for one shipment? Now let's get this over with and tell me the truth.  I told him truthfully in a low dangerous voice.

"Ye-yes I-I-I work for th-the DEA ", he answered after a minute while stammering.

I smiled and shook my head. "Mike you know I'm capable of doing horrible things, not just to you but to your family too", I said in a dangerous voice trying to get him to tell me the truth.

He knew I wouldn't hesitate to kill his loved ones I've done it before now wouldn't be an exception.

"Please Nathan don't hurt my family they have nothing to do with this", pleading he told me.

I sincerely hated hurting the family but if I didn't get what I wanted well........ you could say there would be consequences.

"Mike you can get this over with. Just tell me who you're actually working for. I have people watching your family. You and I both know that with one call I make, they are dead", I threatened wanting to make him spill.

I'm not a very patient man after a few minutes of listening to him cry and sob I grabbed a knife and put it to his throat. He started shaking like a crazy person. That caused me to smirk he was close to breaking and he knew it too his life was in my hands.

"Nathan, I can't tell you, they'll kill my family", he said while crying like a little girl.

Feeling more annoyed and exasperated I passed the knife to his knife in front of his face and cut his cheek very deeply. He screamed in agony he knew I was getting more pissed by the minute.

He also knew in a matter of minutes I would make the goddamn phone call. I knew he was stalling to try and trick me, he was trained to do so, but against enemies.

When he's screaming was reduced to sobbing, again I cut his cheek this time the other side though. He yelled again obviously in great pain.

"Fine Mike you asked for this" I warned him which I saw made him terrified about what I would do to him. What he didn't expect though was for me to pull out my phone.

As he saw me take out the phone out of my pocket he gasped in horror. "What, you doubted I would do this? You're completely underestimating me Mike. You gotta pay for what you did but I know you love them more than yourself.", I told him with a now seemingly calm voice.

"Don't do it, I'll tell you who sent me to do it", he said while looking down. "Smart choice Michael, smart choice", I said waiting for him to tell me.

"It was Mr. Vincent he paid me and told me not to tell you or he would kill me and my family", he said shaking, and terrified at what my reaction would be. I noticed he became more scared when he heard me laugh without humor.

"Vincent, I should've known. He will regret ever messing with me", I said laughing yet again without humor.

"Don't worry your family won't be hurt I give you my word, but I can't say the same thing about you Mike. Maybe if you tell me more about what you know I won't kill you."

"Chris I want you to keep our friend here alive for a while. At least until I decide what to do with him" I said as walked out and almost had reached my car when I got a phone call. "What do you want?", I barked into the phone.

"Son your fiancé escaped and who knows where the hell she is", my dad said through the other line.

"Fuck", was my only response then I hung up. Another problem just my luck. I guess I'll have to deal with my runaway bride and deal with Vincent later. He just couldn't help himself from fucking me over.

How brotherly of him.