His Amour

Prologue

The things I've seen. The events I've witnessed. The hurts I've experienced. All of it has made me the man I am. The ruthful ignition within me. The power seeping through my veins. The only connection I have to my mother and father. And yet, people still defy me. Defy, me. Arnaud Agustin. The most powerful man there is alive today.

"Sir, He is waiting" Alex says, his posture strong, standing against my golden wall, his back rigid. "They have tried to get information from him, he isn't so forth coming".

"Isn't forth coming? Dammit, Alexandre, I asked you to do one task. One fucking task. And you cant do that?" I say, slamming the balls of my palm onto the desk. My voice booming through the thick walls, holding a great deal of power.

"Yes, sir" He says, bowing his head.

"Prepare him" I say, standing up, walking towards the safe in the back of my room.

Prepare this idiot of a man for his death. Prepare him to have many apologies but none of them accepted. His life in the palms of my hands. Just the way, I've been raised. The only way I know how to keep authority over my personnel.

Alex says a quick, 'yes, sir', giving a curt nod, before exiting my room. Closing the door, without a sound.

I open the stash and take my silver revolver as well as my white gloves out. That will no longer be white after tonight. That will hold the blood of another man. That will show how much I really control.

An hour later I find myself in the presence of a dainty man. Dressed in dirt. Nothing to cover him but the measly hair on his round head. His head bowed, his face holding the look of agony. The man poor his flesh hanging tightly onto his thin bones. Showing, the crime he had committed had done him no justice.

But I don't hand sympathy to the poor. The not as 'lucky' ones. That's a sign of weakness. And there is no weakness in the Mafia Lifestyle. Ever.

I walk to him careful to step over the pool of blood surrounding his chair. I hit the butt of the gun across his face, hard. Making him hiss in pain and jolt awake.

"Shit" He curses, spitting blood out.

"This will be simple and quick. My men have told me you aren't very cooperative. Although, I would like your information, I don't need it. Just like this world doesn't need you. So, Alfonso DeCupro, I am now sending you to your death. The death that you have brought upon yourself. You've had a chance to speak and decided against it. So, I will decide against letting you live. Letting you walk around thinking that you've got over on me" by now I am kneeling in front of him, a tight grasp on his chin. His green eyes staring into my dark blue-almost black eyes.

"Good-bye" I say, standing up, as my men pull his head back I will be the last thing he has seen. The last warm body he was witnessed to.

I raise the end of my gun and point it at the middle of his forehead. Without so much as a blink or remorse I pull the trigger. His lifeless body slumped in the seat.