Revenge of The Mafia Boss (Boyxboy)

Nineteen

Antonio's P.O.V

My heart raced every time I thought of Alex being with Marcos. He's mine!

I remember the day I asked him to be my submissive. His innocent sweet little mind. Thought I meant a sub teacher at a school.

Do I look like I own a school? No I don't think so.

A week. I have to wait a week to know if my Alex is okay. Marcos was crazy and if he sniffed out what Alex was really there for then we were fucked.

I mean like two shafts in the ass. That's how fucked we'd be.

I was back at my mansion where my brother was running things smoothly. I double checked everything to make sure nothing was messed and wasn't gonna sneak up on me and put me a huge debt where I couldn't get out.

"Sir Costa?" I looked down to see Jamie staring at me intently.

I nodded my head to him. "Yes Jamie."

He was kneeling on his knees and his hands pressed behind his back. His posture was straight and his hair hung in his face a tad bit.

I knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to sit on my lap and curl up.

I felt it weird at first but after a few days I got use to it.

He said I smelled like Alex which is understandable I've been sleeping in the room I had made for Alex when I was hurt by him.

I had only two days left just two days.

Jamie got comfortable in my lap nuzzling his face in my shirt.

One of my workers Vance came up to me. I was sitting in my office looking over some paper work.

"Tony. Late payment by a young one." I sighed.

I've told my guys multiple times don't trust our products with young kids. They always fuck up.

I sighed and picked Jamie up bridal style. He was fast asleep and I carried him to Lorenzo.

Walking in his room he was just getting out the shower wrapped in a robe.

"Smelling Alex off your shirt again is he?" he chuckled.

I nodded and placed him on the bed and walked out. Hearing a quick 'thank you' as I closed the door.

Vance had followed me to the room and was waiting outside for me.

"You want me to come with you Sir?" he asked.

I sighed again and shook my head.

I was fine. It was just a kid. The third one I've handled this week. Next time I have to deal with this type of thing it won't be the kid I take care of.

I walked outside to my all black Cadillac.

I started the car and began to drive to where Vance had told me this kid lived.

It only took a minimum of ten minutes to get there. I turned the car off and got out walking to the front door.

I knocked four times before a elderly woman answered the door.

Her hair was blonde but slowly turning grey. Her blue eyes were dull and it looked as if she'd been shattered and left with nothing.

I've always believed the eyes held the stories of the people. Her eyes said everything.

I didn't say anything to her. I walked in and softly grabbed her arm. "Excuse me sir this is my home. You can't just walk in. That's rude." I pulled her into a chair that was close by.

"Where's the boy?" I asked her.

Her eyes widened with fear. "Not again. Please sir he doesn't know better. He'll pay you the money he owes you just please give us time."

This woman must have been the boys mother. Her plain yellow shirt and her blue jeans were dirty like she's been laying in dust.

"I don't give anyone time. He doesn't have my money then he gets consequences! Where is he?" tears started to build up in her eyes as she pointed to a brown door just outside the room.

I kept my eye on her while I headed to the door.

"Yeah baby you like that?" I heard a guy's voice moan on the other side of the door as I held my ear to it.

A girl was moaning with him but she screamed in fright when I kicked the door open. I held my gun up and yelled for them to go outside.

The girl grabbed a blanket while the boy grabbed the pillow as the walked out.

I ripped the blanket from her and the pillow from him once they were standing by the woman.

"Please sir don't do this to me. I don't even know these people!" The girl sobbed uncontrollably.

I shook my head and walked over to her hushing her.

I bent down to her level and whispered in her ear " You don't know him but you were fucking him? Sounds like someone's an easy lay."

This pissed her off. She glared at me and then my face began to sting.

This bitch hit me.

My face barely moved but I still felt it and it still irritated me.

"Oh sweetie is that a soft spot?" I teased.

I raised my gun to her temple and pulled the trigger. Her blood shot out onto the boy. He screamed and fell to her naked and bloody body.

"You bastard. She didn't do anything!" He shouted at me.

I shook my head, "That's where you're wrong. She hit me. That's disrespect and I don't like disrespect."

I looked to his mother as she pleaded with her eyes to just end it all.

Inside I felt bad. For the mother.

She looked so unhappy. Kind of how my mother use to look before money came into the picture.

I pulled the boy up to his feet and threw my fist into his stomach.

He grunted and fell back to the floor. I raised my gun and shot him in shoulder. Then his stomach and then his chest. Making sure to at least hit on artery or two.

I wanted him to suffer.

I put my gun back between my lower back and my jeans.

I grabbed the mom and picked her up from the chair where she stayed. "I'm gonna give you a proposition. You can stay here and be killed. Or you can take what I give you and leave. Live a happy life."

She looked up stunned but it quickly faded.

"Please sir. I've lived a life. It wasn't much but it was something if you're gonna end it all please just end it."

I nodded. I pulled her in for a small hug my hands making their way up to her chin and the back of her head.

With one quick twist the woman laid dead and I walked out the house as if nothing happened.

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