The Mafias Protection

2: mistakes lead to knew beginnings

The barrel of my own gun was pointed between my eyes, by the very man I was out to kill.

He clenches the gun tighter in his right hand, but the adrenaline and fear ran through-out his body making his hand shake in anticipation. He smiles at me as his finger was slowly pulling down on the trigger, but it wasn't enough for it to fire.

His eyes are perversed as he watches me for a reaction, but got angry when I didn't give him one. My face was hard like a stone as I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared.

"Beg." He sneers as he shoves the barrel of the gun into my forehead.

"Why would I do that?" I ask as I let out a laugh before I smack the gun away from my head with the back of my hand, making the gun go flying from his shaky hands into a pit of leaves.

He turns on his heel, ready to run for the gun, but before he can get away I grab his left arm and twist it painfully behind his back.

He hisses in pain as he struggles to get away from my strong grip which in-turn makes him fall to the ground with a loud thud.

It's a shame, he must be new to this business if he was this easy to take down. I couldn't imagine the fear that was going on in his mind as I straddle his back making sure he wouldn't be able to run away as he wiggles underneath me.

I grab his hair making him look up at me as his body goes stiff under me, giving up the fight.

"This is why you don't get involved in gangs, you lose your life too early when you fuck with the wrong ones." I snarl in his ear, then smack his head into the ground hitting his head on the stone concrete. I stretch over for a large rock by us.

"See you in hell." I say before smashing the rock into his head multiple times until his body got weaker and blood starts oozing from his head.

I quickly get up and dust down my dress.

I look around and see nobody, not even my brothers who are meant to do the dirty work.

I guess I have to move his body on my own which will be a challenge as he is noticeably larger than me. I curse out loud as I roll the man over onto his back. I grab both of his ankles and start to drag him onto the wet mud to make it easier on me as I barely had any upper body strength.

His unconscious body starts moving quicker on the wet mud but his body was covered head-to-toe in dirt. There's no doubt by tomorrow when he wakes up he would be stiff from the wet mud that has dried up on his body.

It takes me 15 minutes to drag him to him to the torture cabin in the woods that is located between our mansion and the club. The more I kept tugging at him the more frustrated I got. If my brothers were following the plan I wouldn't be here in the dark forest hoping I won't be murdered by a bear and if they let me drive my own car here I wouldn't be dragging this heavy man through the mud hoping he doesn't wake up.

When I get to the cabin I place him in a cell, chaining his arms to the wall and bounding his legs together with duct tape and then some rope to be safe. By the time he wakes up, his arms would be in excruciating pain from being held up above his head for a long period of time.

Hopefully he wakes up by tomorrow so we can start our torturing process to get the information we need quicker.

We will promise to spare his pathetic life if he tells us any secrets on the gang he came from, then kill him when he is no longer needed.

In this world, we don't spare anyone, especially not enemies.

Once I'm done bounding his body up and making sure it's impossible to escape, I place a piece of duct tape over his mouth, to keep him quiet 'cause he's sure to be screaming in agony when he wakes up.