Broken Angel

Chapter 15

Leonardo's  P.O.V

I was angry about everything. Stupid brat trying to get in my girl's pants, fuck that shit. I left my princess to sleep and hopefully she could understand what she did wrong.

One thing about me is that I'm a selfish motherfucker. When I have possession of something, no one can touch it. If it were up to me my Babygirl would locked up in our room away from so no prying eyes would see her.

I made my way to the basement to kill that brat and set an example of him, that no one hits on my queen and get away with it like it's nothing.

I enter our torture basement. The brat was tied a chair and looks all bruised up, I guess the boys decided to have some fun. Hr see's me enter and starts squirming in his chair.

"Look man, just let me go and we can forget about any of this." He pleaded but there was still a lot of pride in his voice.

I kept quite and stared at him intensely. This is the boy that was trying to get my girl's attention. This BOY couldn't even defend himself.

"Look man, let me go and I won't go to the cops please." I smirked at that.
He thinks I'm afraid of cops, I run the cops in this state and a dozen others. Proving that I'm the biggest Mafia boss. I chuckled thinking that he see's a wimp when he see's me.

"Let's play." With that his skin paled a bit and his eyes went wide.

I went to the shelf on the wall to my right that displayed my toys perfectly. I grabbed a small knife, spinning it around a bit and walked towards the brat.

"You know I could kill you right now and bury you somewhere and no one will care or display your body somewhere. Again no one will care." I smirked at him. He started shaking a bit.

"Man please, I'm sorry for hitting on your girl please don't kill me." He started crying.

I punched him square on his nose, braking a few bonse. It started bleeding badly. I took my small knife and stabbed it in his thigh making him scream so loud that I thanked Damien for insisting that we make the basement sound proof.

The devil inside me rejoiced at his pain and suffering. I took the knife out his thigh and stabbed it in his other thigh, twisting it in the process. He screamed his lungs out, "OH MY FUCKING  GOD!!"

I chuckled looking at the blood oozing out not only from his thighs but also his nose. "Should I kill him, should I not kill him." I mumbles to myself.

"Look you don't have kill me, just please let me go please." He begged me with pleading eyes as he sobbed.

"Cause we just stared having fun?" I asked with amusement full in my voice.

"Come on man, have a heart." Tears running down his face made me almost laugh. This is the squirt I was almost competing with.

I walked to the gun display, I took a hand gun and cocked it. The bray started screaming "HELP!!! PLEASE  SOMEBODY HEPL!!" He screamed his lungs out. I went behind him and knocked him out with the back of the gun. I took of my phone and dialed a number that's all to familiar "Take out the trash." I hung up.

I don't like pathetic victims, at least give me a run around for my money. I left the basement after that. Now I have to look for Damien.

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"You got to be kidding me, tell me you didn't do that."

I was with Damien in the living room drinking some Jack Daniels, I was telling him about my shitty day and boy was the fucker laughing his ass out about my misfortune.

"The asshole had the nerve to put his hands on her." I was annoyed and Damien wasn't making the situation any better at all.

"But you didn't kill him did you?" He asked me once he was soberd up.