𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎𝓃

Chapter 1

Vincent

"Please...I beg you...Have mercy on me!"

The man that was currently tied up in the wood chair was beaten black and blue with a pool of his own blood surrounding his feet, and yet, this horrendous sight was nothing new for Vincent. This was his typical Monday morning.

"Shut the fuck up, traditore. You know exactly what you did you little shit head. Now,"

Vincent pulled the man's blood stained hair, forcing the unrecognizable man to look into his own murders' eyes.

"I'm gonna ask you one last time. Where the fuck, did the shipment go?" He asked in a chillingly calm tone.

"I-I told you...I don't know, I swear!" The man replied fearfully.

This fucking piece of shit liar wants to play games? Oh, I'll give him a game to play.

Vincent let out a frustrated sigh before standing up to his full height of a frightening 6'5.

I've been trying to get this piece of shit to talk for over three hours...if this doesn't work, I'm gonna put a fucking bullet in between those eyes.

Loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves, Vincent took slow and deliberate steps around his prey.

"Tell me, Danny. Do you have a family? Someone you love?"

The man in the chair, Danny, gulped nervously.

"Uhm, no sir. It's just me, sir."

Lies.

"Are you sure about that, Danny?" Vincent asks with a mocking tone.

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Well, that's really quite a shame. I'm not quite sure how Skylar would feel about her daddy saying that. She is your precious daughter, after all." Vincent smirks, knowing this is exactly where he wanted Danny to be, desperate.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Danny writhes in anger against the wood chair, itching to knock that stupid smirk off the face of his boss.

"But, I thought you said you had no family, Danny? I thought you were, what do the Americans call it again? Ah, yes, a lone wolf." Vincent asks innocently, now standing in front of the man once again.

"I'll tell you whatever you want! Just leave her out of this, leave Skylar out of this." Danny cries hectically.

Looking at the weak man in front of him made Vincent feel bone-chillingly powerful, made those long tortuous three hours of interrogating seem like it was worth it. The way Danny was pathetically begging for his mercy, made him feel like God. He held both the man and the little girl's fate in his hands, and he loved every second of it.

"Looks like I've hit a sensitive spot, haven't I,"

Vincent says while pushing his right thumb into the stab wound on Danny's stomach.

"Danny?"

The man's face contorts with pain as broken whimpers escape his mouth.

"P-Please...don't touch her...I'll tell you ever-"

Before the bloody man could even finish his sentence, Vincent had gripped onto Danny's chin tightly and forced his glare onto the victim.

"If I hear one more lie come out of your mouth, I will make it my personal mission to make your little girl's life a living hell, capisci?"