Chapter 2 TWO

TWO

Fury enveloped his entire being,like a fur on a cat.It was always there,waiting for the right time to explode.

Sixteen years!

It's been sixteen years and the grudge has burrowed even more into his heart.The only thing that could calm him down was the death of another,but it seemed like even that could not calm how fierce his demons had gotten.

"P-Please,Alessandro.Forgive me," the man uttered,his blood all over the floor.He punched him even harder,sending him back to the floor.He was not a man of mercy.

He fucking cared about no one,especially not this lying piece of shit.

"Alessandro let me finish up," Marco suggested.He had noticed that things were going out of control.He was usually the one that they begged to stop not Alessandro.Alessandro hardly did the killing himself unless he was really triggered to do so. Instead,Alessandro ignored him,determined to finish what he had started on his own.

Alessandro raised his boots against the neck of the man on the ground until his cries of mercy were cut off by his desperate gasps for breath.

He shows no mercy when it comes to betrayal and this man,who was one of his men had betrayed him.

Alessandro walked a bit towards where he lay,his hand gripping his throat.He punches him hard again.This time his blood splatters across the floor and his shirt.

The man lay motionless.

Unable to control the rage within him,Alessandro raises his boots against his face and began kicking frantically.It seemed like he was pouring all his locked up rage on the man.

Splatters of blood and brain matter lay on the floor and on his shoe.

The man lay on the floor,unrecognizable.

Only when he had been satisfied,did Alessandro leave the man whose head had decapitated from his body to die in peace.

He turned quickly towards his underboss. "Take care of this mess"

Marco nodded.

Marco Ricci,his underboss and second in command was one of the few people he could trust at the moment.Although Marco was half Italian and half American,he had always pledged his loyalty to Alessandro.Alessandro was sure that if it came to laying down his life for him,Marco would not be found wanting.

Leaving the torturing room and walking down through the hallway of the main house,he felt at peace.

He was Don Alessandro Moretti after all.The most feared don in New York city.He had been raised to be ruthless and cold-hearted.Raised to only give mercy where mercy was deserved and notably it was rare.

He was the first son of Don Antonio Moretti.The most feared don during his days of reign but now it was Alessandro's turn to instill fear in the hearts of many.The people worshipped him.They came to him when they needed help through illegal means because they knew how powerful he was.

Although his father had passed down his money laundering business,warehouses, casinos,political connection and companies to him,Alessandro had built more of his own.Only the mere mention of his name brought chills to the ears that heard it.

He had been trained to understand that emotions were a man's weakness,so he had grown without a heart.At ten,he had already killed a man,surpassing his father who only had his first kill at fifteen.

No one entered his torturing chamber to come out alive.It had been rumoured that he would normally ship the head or a body part of traitors to their beloved ones as a gift-or warning.

He was the Don of Dons.

Yet,throughout his lifetime till now,he had felt a soft spot for only one woman-his mother.

His mother who was murdered in cold blood by a rival clan.

The only thing that kept him going was revenge.

Giovanni Conti.

Rage filled his entire being as he remembered the man who had murdered his mother.Anger and fury bottled up within him began to reveal themselves.

It didn't matter what it took but he was going to destroy Giovanni and everything related to him.

Settling onto the chair in his office,he took a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a glass.A wicked grin spreading across his face.

He had just found out that Giovanni had a valuable possession.

He had a daughter whom he had been hiding for years.

He would give it to him for successfully hiding her from the mafia world because not a single soul had known of her existence.He knew now and was going to use it to his advantage.

She was his prey.

He was her predator.

It didn't matter that she wasn't her father,she was going to pay for his sins anyway.

The door opened slowly,revealing Luciano Moretti.Luciano who was one of his men was also his cousin and still in the league of men that he could trust.

"We found her.She's real," he said going straight to the point.Anyone who knew Luciano would know he had a beef with patience.

Alessandro uttered no word.Instead,he picked up a cigarette from the pack where it lay and lit it up,blowing a cloud of smoke across the room.

"Should we bring her to the torturing chamber and kill her?" Luciano asked.He knew the pattern.Anyone who was summoned was going to die.It was not a matter to bargain.

"No!" Alessandro replied,his eyes dark and the aura around him screaming power and dominance.

"No? Isn't she Giovanni's daughter? I think we should kill her. And I've heard she's getting married in two days"

Alessandro paused for a bit.Killing her without him seeing her felt out of place.He needed to torture the hell out of her.She had to feel his wrath and a gun to the head was not going to get his rage satisfied.

Hell no!

She was his to torture and not any other man.

Looking up,with the cigarette stick on his hand,

"Then we have a wedding to crash."