Shattered

CHAPTER SIX

Roughly 9 years later...

(Lucas' Pov)

There was just something so incredibly satisfying about the sight across from me. Watching the fucker on his knees, hands tied up before him, whilst he squealed and begged for mercy behind the duck tape covering his running mouth, his glistening eyes locked on me.

A deep smirk curved onto my lips and I paused to stand before him, my eyes flickering over him. Unable to control my hand which toyed with the knife it held, I laughed as I watched horror cross his face.

"Mmmmummm ppppese." Were the sounds that left him, the fear in his eyes only growing. Licking my lips, I slowly brought the knife up before me and took a lingering gaze at it. The familiar initials carved on it, caught my eye, making me grin as I traced a finger across them. Those initials belonged to my father, who had admittedly deserved the fate he had gotten.

"You're still begging?" I couldn't help but chuckle at his eyes that pleaded for me to untie the ropes tightly wrapped around his wrist and set him free. But God did I have completely different plans. Plans that wouldn't end so well for him. He deserved exactly what he was going to receive.

Fredrick Mason, a thirty-four year old man, married to Madison Mason, in an affair with his mistress, two children; one girl and one boy. He was a Russian man, apart of one of the largest drug business's within New York, their headquarters located somewhere in Brooklyn. How I knew of his background information? Well, the little drug business he was apart of - it was my family business' biggest rival.

It was good to know about your enemies. It could always end up being a great advantage.

Grinning down at him, I walked closer towards him, taunting him. He knew I was going to kill him. There was no chance in hell that he'd somehow leave freely, unharmed - alive. He knew there was no point in him begging for me to spare his life, yet he still done so. I was going to kill him, period. His eyes secretly pleaded for me to get it over and done with. To make it a simple, quick, painless death.

But that wasn't apart of my plan.

Not hesitating, I gripped his face with my hand whilst his body trembled with fear and panic. I hurriedly sliced the knife across the side of his neck, digging deeper and watching as the fresh blood trickled out. His scream filled of utter agony was muffled, yet his eyes told me clearly everything he felt.

"Anybody ever tell you your blood is a dark, crimson colour?" I mocked, with a smirk as I slowly plucked the knife out from his neck. "I think that's a sign of something being wrong with you."

His eyes glared up at me, the flood of pain still ever so present within them. He let out another muffled sentence and I somehow made it out.

The only thing wrong here is you.

Well... Something along those lines. It wasn't like I cared, truthfully. It just made me chuckle and do that exact same thing with my knife, only on the opposite side of his neck. The unharmed, untouched side. Well, not for long.

Another scream of pain and agony escaped his covered mouth and his eyes continued to curse me. I peered down at him with a smile, plucking out my knife and with a lingering final stare at him, I sliced his head off, blood splattering everywhere.

Jesus Christ, this shit was messy.

I blinked, using the back of my hand to wipe away the blood on my face. My face, as if it were a reflex, scrunched up in disgust and distaste towards the sight. The sharp knife I was still holding, clanked against ground as it fell from my hands. I cursed under my breath, shaking my head at Fredrick's dead body, his head rolling off to some dark corner in the room.