Chapter 1 Blood Thirst

Ignazio

I entered my dungeon, and they parted the way for me as I made my way into the cell where my prisoner was kept.

He was one of my men, but not anymore; one of the people I hated more than thieves are snitches. 'No, it won't end well for them in my hands.'

My right-hand man, Romano, opened the door for me, and I entered. I pulled a chair in front of him and sat down. "Give me the utensils." I ordered while rolling up the hand of my black shirt.

"Don please; it's all a misunderstanding." The culprit trembled on the chair he was tied to.

'I know if I won't give him an easy death; that's why I requested the utensils, a code word for what you'll call sharp objects; they just happened to be shapers and deadlier.

"Don please; it's not what you think." He cried out at the sight of the objects.

I silently collected the opened box of objects and placed them on the floor. "Do you want to start talking, or do I have to make you?" I reach for the pinches and toy with it.

"It's not me, don; it's all a mistake." He continued to insist.

'He must have taken me for a fool if he thinks he can still get out of this alive. I have the solid evidence of his crime, but he will be the one to confess to it himself; I won't spell it out to him. He will admit to his crimes and welcome his punishment gladly. He is a lesson to everyone of them, my reason for making them all present to witness his punishment.'

I took his hand and began to pull his fingers as his screams of agony filled the air. I pulled all the five nails out, then I dropped the pinches and picked up a trauma shears scissor.

"I'll talk, I will talk." He sang out, and I paused my hand as I watched him tremble with tears and snort rolling down his face. "I was threatened. I was threatened with my family."

I grabbed his hand and cut off his thumb, and his wailing filled the air again. The blood splattered on my face, but I don't care as I move on to the next finger and cut it off. He passed out from the pain, but I'm not done with him.

One of my men stepped forward and revived him with electric shocks; he grasped back to life, and I continued with him.

"Pleaseee, they offered to pay me a twice my daily share for giving them the information of your shipment movements. I-I also cut back on the money that was made each day, I added it to my account." He wailed, twisting his body in agony as he confessed.

"Now I am going to make it easy for you." I stood up and wiped the blood off my hands.

"T-thank you, don." He breathed out. I signalled to the boys for the hidden treatment, and I collected the bucket from him.

"D-don, don-n." He cried, trembling all over. I raised the bucket and poured the hot water all over him from above.

He gave out a shout of terror as the water poured down on him. I stopped when he became stiff and didn't make a sound anymore.

"Check him if he's dead." I whispered, dropping the empty bucket.

"He's out." I heard him say, but I pulled out my pistol still. I stared into the empty eyes of the culprit and pulled a bullet in his head. "Burn him till he turns ashes; that's what he gets for being a thief and a snitch."

I walked out and went out of the underground with my right hand man on my heels. I took the elevator and went upstairs to my office while Romano closed the door behind me.

"What was that about?" He stood above me as I sat down in my chair.

He is the only one who can give me a earful when we're alone. We are friends, but he's more than that; he is my savior.

On the brink of death, after I had been forced to watch my pregnant wife being shot while I couldn't do anything. Several shots were fired at me after, and I lost consciousness. I thought I had died until I woke up days later with several bullet wounds and one that slightly missed my heart.

It was a blessing, the nurse said, but I know it's not because my wife and baby is never coming back. Romano saved me and has been with me ever since building this mafia family with me.

"You killed him already, but do you have to add a bullet to it? I think it's time you take your long overdue vacation; you need it. Take a break and enjoy life again; stop being hard on yourself." He walked to the door and placed his hands on the handle. "You can go to any of your vacation houses, I will be seeing you in a week time. Why the houses anyway if you won't be using them." He went out and shut the door, leaving me to my thoughts.

'I guess I can't put it off anymore' I picked up my phone and stood up as I made a call to my driver.

"Bring the car to the front; I am coming out now." I ended the call and went out.

I stepped out of the elevator and entered the opened waiting car. "To the house," I said and rested my head on the backrest.

The car drove out of the clubhouse with my bodyguard's car right behind. The car drove past the security and entered the compound. The car was opened, and I stepped out and entered the house.

"Master." The familiar voice of my housekeeper welcomed me.

"Madam Morgana." She's come to mean a lot to me ever since she came to work for me and we got close.

She treated me as her son but won't drop the master title even though I asked her to. "I am leaving for Rome for a week; I will leave the house in your care. If there's anything you need, you can always call me though."

I haven't decided where to go, but since I have blurted out Rome, then that's where I'll be heading.

"I will help you pack your bags then." She made for the stairs.

"There's no need for that; I have an entire wardrobe full of my stuff there. Just call them and let them know I'm on my way. Thank you, Madam Morgana."

I called my assistant as I made my way upstairs to my room. "Have my helicopter ready in an hour; I am leaving for Rome." I got out of my bloody clothes and entered the shower.