One Reason to Kill

D'Angelis

Andros POV

"So you decided to fuck with me" twisting the tip of my blade on the table top.
I rounded the table currently carrying the weight of my torturing kit designed solely for my betrayers.

Taking agonizingly, slow steps towards the rotting, wooden chair, I sneered at the bastard's face; his saliva frothing and soaking the bloodstained cloth clasped between his teeth. Fear filling his every feature as he realised the brutal beast was out play. Letting a small smile touch the edge of my lips, I crouched down in front of him and looked to the ground, my features stretching into a wide, psychotic grin.

"Well then, I'm going to be merciful and let you reflect on your actions –" my grin swiftly shifting to a snarl, "- But to the rest of you, let this be a warning before betrayal ever crosses any of your minds" lifting the sharp serrated knife, I began to carve my initials into his chest, drawing copious amounts of blood as the bastard struggled against his bonds; his screams and cries muffled by the bloody gag which soaked with the tears streaming down his face.

My men stood in a circle around me, all portraying signs of uncertainty as they shifted uncomfortably in their spots, my sottocapo's (Underboss/second in command) however, were unfazed, well-aware of my rage; in-fact they barely batted an eyelash.
Abruptly rising to my full height, I gave one final disgusted look down to the former disloyal creature as the life began to drain from his eyes and then I let my gaze rest on the bloody masterpiece on his chest. Slyly, I whispered "I was being merciful to them, not to you, I left that part out."  Glancing at Sergio I nodded once, a look of understanding passing between us, as I wiped my blade clean of his dirty blood. 

I sternly trailed my eyes over the rest of my men, my sottocapo's both moved to stand behind me as I raised my voice wanting to be heard crystal clear "Che questa sia una lezione di lealtà e l'importanza per tutti voi" (let this be a lesson in loyalty and the importance of it.)

Pivoting on the ball of my foot, I turned my back to them, taking the handkerchief from Matteo's pocket and wiping blood from my hand as I walked away, leaving Sergio to translate my threat for the new blood, who had slipped into the jaws of the mafia crowd.

Sitting in the backseat of the car and removing  my suit jacket I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, resting both elbows on my knees and resting my chin on my interlocked fingers I focused on my cousin Matteo, he opened his mouth to speak, "Tua madre ha chiesto alla famiglia di cenare, non dimenticare che devi alle 7 in punto." (Your mother has asked the family to dinner, don't forget you have to be there at 7pm sharp)

"Merda!" (Shit) I sat up straight checking the time, it was 6:15, Matteo started chortling as I realised we still had a half hour drive till we got back to the building "Mamma odia l'odore del sangue, dovrò lavarmi prima, merda, merda merda!! (Mum hates the smell of blood, I need to get back to the penthouse to wash up first)

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I glared up at my cousin who was still laughing like an idiot as Sergio climbed into the car, looking between us as he turned and nodded his head in his brothers direction asking "che c'è?" (What's up?)

Shaking my head, I merely replied "Devo andare immediatamente all'attico e lui ... non ho parole per ... idiota" (I have to go to the penthouse immediately and he ... I have no words for ... idiot)
Turning back around to face the steering wheel, he landed a satisfying thwack onto the back of his little brothers head before stepping down on the gas. It took me 10 minutes to re-dress into a tailored blue, pin-stripe suit my mother had so dearly picked out for me, from her last trip to Italy with my father. Choosing a silver Rolex my sister had given me on my birthday the previous year, I walked out of my closet grabbing a long black coat on the way and closing the door behind me. I purposely wore this, knowing the watchful eye of the D'Angelis women and their attention to my attire. I punched in the security code to open the doors to the lift and I stepped in continuing to lock the lift and with it my penthouse, fully securing it. Tapping my foot against the marble floor of the lift, I mentally set a list of things I needed to do tomorrow