Chapter 2 "Kings"

Unknown P. O. V

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I'm in my office trying to reach my contacts for help, I know I can't stand a chance alone against them. I call my every alliance like a thousand times, but every time whether it's unavailable, switch off, or complete 'no' as answers. I should have known that nobody dares to take a step against Kings.

I throw my phone in the wall to crash the useless gadget into pieces before opening my weapons vault.

I know what I'm thinking of committing is the suicidal plan but I'm not going to beg for mercy either, no. Never. It's the first rule of the underworld 'shoot first or be ready to die.'

I'm Ryker Romano, a mafia boss from whom people feared, a dangerous killer, merciless monster until she came into the game.

I loaded my gun, ready to end what I started when my office door burst open, to show Liam, my right-hand man. He comes running inside by my side, panting heavily. A combination of fear and worry is clear radiating in his once lethal features.

"Riker! Kings kidnapped... Roman," he informed, causing me to tighten my grip on my gun, turning my knuckles white.

'Kings' another mafia gang, Evan King was the leader of Kings, our Italians biggest rival and enemy since my dad operates our business. He wasn't a problem before because we were more powerful than him ever, but it all changed some years ago when she joined their gang.

Nobody knows where she had come from, her family, her weakness, her past background nothing. She is a complete mystery herself, with her in no time Kings became more powerful than us, Italians.

But it all turned bad when I planned and killed their gang leader, Evan King. Two days ago.

It was the biggest mistake on my account. After Evan's death, she took over the gang.

I was proud to be the most dangerous and lethal killer underworld ever had known, but no I was wrong, I'm nowhere near her. She is the real evil, heartless, lethal, and merciless mafia you ever heard of, she is Rebel King.

Evil Mafia Queen, the whole underworld goes drop-dead silence just her mere name. Nobody had ever seen her though.

Within 6 hours of her becoming the King's new leader, Italians 8 liquor factories, and 15 clubs caught fire overnight, countless people in my gang were dead. She destroys the Italian empire overnight as a token of revenge over Evan's death.

Now she has my younger brother Roman, she finds out my weakness. And I know what she wants, she left me with no other choice.

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Rebel P. O. V

By the time I finished my workout, my skin was glittering with a coat of sweat, and my breathing was ragged. I glance downwards towards the punching bag which is in the unrecognized form presently.

It's my everyday midnight routine to torture both the punching bag and me, I can't control resentment, frustration, and thirst inside me.

It's already dawn by now. I stepped to leave the training room. A cold shower would be good.

Someone was already waiting for me with a towel in one head, and a water bottle in the other, by the time I reached the threshold.

Kyle, my right-hand man and more like a best friend. Man is lethal himself, the beast in the ring. Scarcely a look from him, all it takes to make the best fighters wet their pants. His inked triceps and imitating height, are add on to his case.

He handed me a towel whilst gazing behind me on the training room's floor, where the punching bag lay dead. He chuckled and shook his head. Giving me a captivated arched brow look he asked, "What is the score, murder no..... 148 or 150?"

I rolled my eyes and retorted "Lost counts." Hearing this, he burst into laughter. I threw a towel at his face, but it did nothing to quiet him. Irritated, I snatched the water bottle from his hand and walked away, towards my room.

Indeed I lost count of how many nights I spent throwing punches until my knuckles burst out bleeding. I'm on edge with continuous nightmares, sleepless nights, and with my everyday growing craving.

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I enter the underground cell with Kyle by my side. Others greeted me, head bowed looking downward, in respect and mostly because of fear. Nobody dares to look straight in my eyes, except they have a death wish.

I turn my gaze to the person sitting on the chair, his once charming face is full of bruises now, almost unrecognizable. Blood dripping from several cuts from his body, black eyes indicating that boys did their fair stake, now it's my turn.

I ordered the boys to leave and they followed immediately, Kyle was the last one to leave and locked the door behind him. Not before flashing a knowing smirk, fucker knows well what is about to come.

I move forward to grab his cheeks digging my fingers deep in his blue bruised flesh. He hisses in pain through gritted teeth as keeps staring at me, with a gaze filled with rage and hatred.

"Mafia Boss." I let out this word bitterly.

"Just..... leave him.....you have me. Now...please." He whispered in a low voice.

I ignore his pleas and walk straight toward a table filled with touring devices, or what we call 'toys', placed in the corner of the room.

I picked up my favorite knife and smirked as I ran my finger at its tip, a blade made of Damascus steel. I strolled back before picking my last hell torture ingredient, a bottle. And sat on a chair placed in front of him, the middle of the room.

"Just let him go goddammit! " He ordered, almost shouting, after saw the thing I bought. I smirked and stabbed his right hand in the armrest of the wooden chair with a sharp blade, earning a high piercing scream.

Moving forward, with my face mere inches away from him. I whisper in a low chilled tone "I dare you, say one more word." He gulped audibly, satisfied I ripped the knife from his hand and chair. This time he sealed his lips tightly to suppress his screams, impressive prey.

The corner of my lips turned up as I continued to whisper my next words in his ear "or I love to gift wrap your bones to Hades's door." I moved slightly to watch his reaction. His eyes are widened, and swallowing hard.

He opened his mouth to say something then closed it and stared at me in complete horror.

An evil smirk appears on my face when I start to peel off his arm skin with my favorite knife.

He bit his lips all the way and ruined my fun to listen to him scream and begged me to stop but couldn't control the tears that leaked from his eyes like a river. This man is a strong spirit in himself, ruling the whole mafia alone for years. But one bad move and here he is, the prey of evil mafia queen, that's what they named me, and my inner devil is more than eager to show them, I'm more from that.

Once done, I sat back in my seat and admired my work. Giving an approving nod, I picked the last item to finish my masterpiece.

I poured acidic content on his arms where I peeled off the skin. And then it came, he started screaming like an ass on fire.

I laugh like the devil I am as watching him struggling to break free from holds like fish caught in the net and sobbing,

"....p...please...please" I gave a thought to his pleas then cut his ropes, freeing him. He instantly jumps on his shaky legs and turns toward me.

"Thanks...f.. for forgiving me," he muttered in a shaky voice.

"Who said I am done with you... yet," I cleared, face remaining emotionless while removing my special gloves. He was quite smart to understand the meaning behind my words and sprints off towards the door.

The next second his body was thrown on the far end of the room with a loud thud sound with the force of the storm of air.

Air knocked out from his lungs, he laid on the floor struggling to breathe as fish out of water. I stepped toward him and bent down on my knees to grab his face, making him look into my eyes. "Let me give you your death present first," I said sweetly, picking him by a hand wrapped around his throat.

His body starts dancing like leaves in the storm as a high lightning bolt passes through his body. He stares at me with widened eyes whilst making all horrible noises. I relished him after a minute, not wanting to finish my prey, yet.

He falls back on the floor like a dead body but continues to make horrible sounds. I grinned when he whispered "W-who...are...y-you?" as trying to push himself away from me. Huh, like he can. Useless acts.

I smirked devilishly and stared into his eyes while acknowledging his last wish "For you... Death." I whirled toward the door furthermore before I stopped and turned to give him a final look and waved my hand in the air. Instantly his body was engulfed by the fire and a cell filled with ear-piercing screams.

I turned on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions, under my breath "And for the world... gifted."

I left the room, smirking like the devil as I passed other gang members in the hallway. They stare at me in utter horror, gulped before bowing their heads.