Bounded To A Mafia King

"Young master, young master it's time to wake up" a voice echoed causing a reedy unstoppable alarm.

He looked more like a transgender or something worse.

"Get in" a husky voice replied.

He clearly heard that voice, that's the almighty fabled Jimmy voice he's trying to wake up. The oh so gorgeous god of beauty.

He cleared his throat for a moment and he grinned widely like a fool. He almost forgot to breathe, hell knows how long he's been waiting for this moment.

"Now" The husky voice added making the transgender heart skipped a bit.

"Gosh that was so cold" he muttered to himself and he quickly adjust his dress. He was dressed in an Indian outfit and his belly bumped out which made him looked fantastically stupid.

He smiled broadly as he opened the door and oh goodness he's... shirtless!

"Come closer" The husky voice said.

"Oh sir! " The transgender blurted out and a smile crept to his lips sillily.

Did he really had to be this shirtless early in the morning huh? The goddess of moon might just take him away and it's won't be nice at all.

He thought ludicrously as he took a step closer.

A thundering sound echoed in the room making the transgender fixed his ground immediately and he hold on his both cheeks with terror written all over his face, it's really not good acting all facetious around this coldhearted guy early in the morning.

His gaze was so cruel that he find it difficult to stand still so he quickly bow low.

Jimmy grasped his neck in a tight hold and he raised him up effortlessly clearly amused by the terror on his face. His grip tightened.

"Look, bitch I don't need you or any alarm to wake me up understood!"He shrieked and he threw him away like a tiny piece of trash.

He ran his hand into his hair looking so frustrated like he just got a piller of bread to finished within seconds. This people surely knew how to pise him off, how the hell did he even find his way in here the first place.

The transgender groan in pain as he struggled to get up.

"Get out you fool!" He roared as he landed a heavy kick on his back that took him to the exist.

The transgender crawled out of the room like a helpless snail with a broken shell, fear and grimace written all over his face, extremely terrified and wounded.

Jimmy stretched his body as he yawned loudly,he walked inside the washroom, brushed up and retired back to his room. He took his seat on the bed as he went through his phone. After some moments, he clicked his fingers and two men in a perfect well ironed black came in bowing low.

"Yes boss you called" one of the man politely said.

"Ben make the necessary arrangements and get me outta here in thirty minutes!" He said coldly without sparing the men bowing low in front of him a single glance.

"Ok boss" The man said and gave a bow before leaving.

"And you find him!" Jimmy huskily said as he hand over a brown envelope to him and raised his head abruptly staring deeply at him.

"And make sure nothing goes wrong or else kiss your fingers goodbye" Jimmy coldly uttered like he's just informing him it's right time to serve dinner.

The man fixed his ground immediately, he clearly heard him and it's well known he's not kidding around so he won't dare to make the mistake of making a mess right now.

He's been living with his coldly self for quite a while now and he actually knew he meant every word he spits out of his sinuous mouth. He can be very adamant and aggressive whenever he wants to, but as time passed by he learnt to live with him without making a damn mistake.

Honestly, they're still working for him on just one favor, no one ever tried making a single mistake because just one mistake to him means they weren't capable of working for him anymore and weak people has to be replaced right? He just gets rid of them and make a replacement in seconds.

The world knew him as a ruthless young lad but to some of them that wasn't the case at all. They believed if not for him some of them won't have gotten the chance to even live talk less of serving him. They've always put in their best efforts just to pleases him but being that arrogant beast he was he never acknowledged their efforts but here they are still working for him without complain... Wait can they even dare?

"Ok boss" The man said as he bow low and leave immediately.

After a short period, he used the elevator.

"Good morning darling" A lady's voice greeted politely.

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Jimmy clearly recognized that voice.

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"Good morning darling" Jimmy clearly heard that voice, he seems quite familiar with that voice.

Who on earth would it be if not for his so called business head mother. Here it's goes again. Him strangely waking up in an unknown room over again. So who else could have the guts if not for his so daring mother, Beatrice Scott. Here they goes again.

"Good morning darling, coffee?" She greeted politely offering him a coffee. Which he never bothered to switched gaze to talk less of taking it. He just watched her performed her usual activities which of course he consider craziness.

Well, she never insisted, her eyes twitched abruptly and she swerved away.

Her brown dullish eyes captured a couch inches over and, majestically she swayed left and right with a super confidence towards the couch and sat crossing her legs.

She looked middle-aged but her perfect shape was still intact. She's dressed in a red formal gown that fell on her knees ,straight and well ironed. Her hair was styled beautifully in a ponytail and her red pleasingly plump lips correspond with her red shaped dress raising her confidence the top notch. She looked so adorable and sophisticated as always.

"Well darling hope you enjoy your night?" she confidently asked and took a sip from her cup.

"Now you tell me what the hell I'm I doing here again?" He asked with his usual cold voice and his expressionless face that makes him look like a devilish king every single time. She raised on her feet and a smile flashed across her lips.

"Here we go again son, you should be thanking me okay. You're absolutely wasted last night, I rescued your ass. You could have been out there chilling with mosquitoes and cockroaches" she retorted.

He moved closer to her hastily and grasped her neck in a tight hold.

"Enough of your madness, old bitch! you really enjoy texting my patience aren't you? The next time you try this again, I'm going to dig your grave right before your eyes then I'll finish what should have happened fifteen years back. Bitch!" He retaliated coldly and shoved her away connecting her back to the couch she sat moments ago. Then he walked away.

Beatrice was shocked to the core, her eyes blinks rapidly as she remained gasped in the same spot still trying to attached the words altogether in her head.

"Oh darling, when will you and that son of yours stop the hilarious drama you frequently concertizing in my house huh?.

Her eyes twitched abruptly and meet with a cold gaze, a middle-aged man dressed in a black retro suits can be spotted, smoking hot. He's a bit chubby with a pot tommy. A sarcastic smile crept to his lips as he walked towards her.

She leapt at once and walked towards him majestically.

"Perhaps I should get you a calendar then" she retorted and walked past him.

The man smiled mysteriously and inhaled deeply on his cigarettes.

After a refreshing bath, he wrapped a towel at the lower part of his body and exited the washroom.

His clothes was neatly folded on the bed. But aside that were two young ladies standing. They gasped silently as they sight his godly body. Their cheeks flush red and they clumsily bow low.

"He's so fucking handsome" one of the girls mumbled to herself and bitted her lips nervously. Her cheeks reddened like a full ripped tomatoes.

"And why're you two in here" he asked seemingly not surprised knowing for the fact who sent them in there. His eyes captured the packages on the table and he sighed.

"What's this stuffs and who sent them in here" he asked firmly jolting out the two awed girls lost in their fantasy still nervously admiring his perfect straight legs.

Well it's the first time they're seeing his legs in real life. The world known Jimmy Scott, it's really astounding and awkward. They've never encountered such cuteness before.

His handsomely built body, was well tattooed, suiting his flawless white body, and his long mesmerizing legs, straight and beautiful. His spotted area amused them a great deal. 'Any lady would be lucky to spend just a night with him. But... It's rumoured that he's a beast or perhaps it's just a rumour.' one of the young lady assumed.

"Yes master, we're sent here by the godmother to get you dressed up to your fullest and here are the clothes he selected for you, it seems like the best clothes now since it's winter. You might want to have them worn already since it's all perfectly made for you, your mother really have a good sense of picking for you, master" one of them nervously said accordingly making sure he finds no fault in what she just let out.

"Get out" he firmly instructed, his voice cold and very authoritative making The girl shrank back at once and quickly bow low then nervously skedaddle out of the room.

"And you get those shits outta here now" He instructed firmly.

"Y--ess master" The almost freezed girl stuttered, his hands trembling as she gather the packages. As she was about leaving the room, the packages fell from her hands due to her clumsiness and it scattered on the floor.

His gaze shifted there and the view intrigued him so much that sent a flash in his head then drawing him closer, the lady flinched back instantly. He picked up one of the clothes. A turtle neck sweater with his pent name on it Snopjay. He stares deeply at the cloth, it's so familiar that he remembered he used to love turtle neck sweater when he was just a little child.

Then all of a sudden, he's childhood memories kept sweeping back although it's blurry but no he wanted to know everything that happened to him fifteen years back. He never see the details, all he sees is some blurry pictures of a child and he was sure that's him but the blurriness is really freaking him out, so he struggled, fighting harder to know everything, at least a bit clear.

He fell on his knees all of a sudden as the result of him fighting harder with himself. He held his head firmly and his blue eyes turned red instantly while his body was trembling hard as if he had a fever but that's definitely not the case. His loud shriek made the girl shrinked back in fear, she's never been so terrified in her life. She couldn't gather anything she can do to help at that moment cause she's actually freezing herself. Ben rushed in all of a sudden with a widened gaze

"Get out!" he shrieked and the young lady flinched, as if what happened a moment ago wasn't enough and this again? Her hands trembled as he pile up the packages on each other and skedaddle out of the room.

He touched his earbud.

"Be in Scott mansion in five minutes" He transmitted the message over.

After some minutes, a lady entered, she looked young and sophisticated with beautiful curves.

"Irene" the man sighed in relief.

The lady Irene took out an injection from the bag she's carrying and squatted to inject him. The injection was quick to react. His trembling body started calming down and his muscles relaxed, but his lids could not stay open any longer.

Ben assisted Irene in getting him to bed and she covered his body with a duvet.

The young lady sat on the couch while Ben remained standing. She watched him drifted to sleep, well let just say they're used to seeing him this way and sincerely speaking, it's not even the worse pain they've ever witnessed him go through. He suffered extremely agonizing pain time to time even more fierce than twice of this. And they wondered when he'll stop experiencing this excruciating pain as time passed by.

They can feel how dreadful and horrendous the pain he feels within him each and every single day of his life. The intensity of the pains was so damn inevitable. It was like a physical force searing and burning along his vain making it impossible to think of anything else. It's was overwhelming and inescapable.

The intensity of the feeling was all consuming shaking his every core and making him utterly powerless against it.

Sometimes it's nightmares and sometimes, this extremum vital pain during the day and at times they spots their boss drinking all night just to skip his sleep.

The pain can be so dire that he's even afraid of closing his eyes and this is a problem. When he didn't sleep he'll get weak during the day and this is a problem too , it's dangerous getting weak during the day.

All this, with all the experiences of extremely harrowing pain they witnessed him go through, they've learnt to leave with him and only the two of them and some of his companions knew about this. It's not new to them, but whenever things goes wrong like this they're the only ones responsible to make him feel better always. Nobody except them. And this has been happening every day of his life. Working for him can be tough but the payments also worth it.

Beatrice was able to got him here yesterday all because he's drunk.

When he's drunk he looses his mind completely, and Beatrice also loses her ability to think right.

Sometimes they just wondered why he never cried out in despair as why his life was like this and why he had to experienced this excruciating and fabulous pain in his young age as if he had accepted who he was; accepted his destiny. Going through an immense pain each and every day of his life. He's too damn young for crying out loud...

The young lady shrugged the thought off as she pressed her lips together with a

slight frown. She really hates seeing him so helpless like this, it always leaves her heart shattered.

She's his personal assistant and his nurse. Seeing him experiencing this terrible pain and tremors tremendously weigh her heart always. Like it's really happening in real life and to him of all people.

So someone could be this fabulously rich in everything yet still not happy? Seriously pain don't select people to deal with. She pressed her lips together nervously as she watched his trembling body calmed down.

Being the nurse, she knows how to calm him down in any situation like this but it's only temporary. It's won't last forever cause there's no permanent care for him till date. She just sat there watching him like a movie. He's tempting seriously.

The injection she had given him is not going to make him sleep that long but close his eyes for just thirty minutes nap.

She watched him sweat. Here he goes again, dreaming just like every other days he could wake up any minute from now.

He slowly opened his eyes, they're still red but not extreme, they will surely returned to normal in no time. He carefully sat up.

"Ben, is everything set?" He asked firmly, pain free in his voice as if nothing just happened moments ago.

"Yes boss" he bowed and the duo exit the room.

His phone rang and he picked it up immediately.

"We found him boss" The caller informed and his expression changed immediately to something cold and dangerous.

In a dark, horrific room with just a dim light that throws shadows to the wall, a tall figure with beguiling features looking like an alluring god of the dark can be spotted sitting so confidently with his legs on each other.

Opposite him was a man tied up to a wooden chair from his shoulder to his foot, making him unable to escape even if he wanted to. He was tied in a tight way that made his skin bleed, and he had torn flesh all over, signifying how much torture he had received. Two muscular men were standing behind him seemingly waiting for order at any point.

"Who sent you?" Jimmy huskily asked, his voice cold and demanding.

"Is that all you got huh? I expected more from the almighty Snopjay; common, kill me already. Just know this, I won't utter a word, not even a single word!" The man said breathlessly.

The muscular men tried to attack him but were stopped by his gesture.

"Well, I wasn't planning on killing you before, but since you are so eager about your death, I suppose I have no other choice but to fulfill your last wish. You're so useless anyway. Even the bastard that sent you doesn't see any gigantic reason he should rescue you," he scornfully mocked.

"You so confident aren't you? He contemptuously scoffed. Well, since you have nothing better to do, I suggest you reverse on your homework." The man sneered churlishly and spontaneously groaned in pain.

Jimmy let out a gentle, sarcastic laugh and shrugged, seemingly not bothered about what he blurted out. He's dying anyway. He snapped his finger, and instantly, two muscular men came in with a little boy and a lady in her thirties.

"You'll die anyway," Jimmy said and returned his gaze to the muscular men. They roughly threw them down to the floor like pieces of trash.

The man flinched as his eyes moved and saw his wife and kid. He wasn't expecting anything like that. How the hell did he get to know their whereabouts.' The man thought as he tried solving the puzzle in his head.

He snapped his finger, and a lady walked majestically in with a large silver plate; on it were several harmful tools for killing animals. He picked a small knife from there that looked exactly like a parer but sharper and had two side blades; he squatted before the shocked and terrified lady.

"But I won't kill you that easily."

"I'm going to kill him first," Jimmy uttered amusingly; not even a single remorse could be spotted in his voice as he gestured at the shocked boy his fear almost ate up.

The lady gasped in shock, and his gaze shifted to her badly tortured husband, who seemed shocked himself. She shook her head as if trying to say no, no, no, it must not happen. The man couldn't say anything but just swallow hard.

"Then I'll kill her," Jimmy said with a mysterious smile as he traced the parer lookalike from her shoulder down her fingers, which penetrated her skin even with his calm touch.

The lady groaned in pain, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

" You can do anything to me but please spare my son. He is innocent; he's only six. "She cried; she couldn't; she couldn't bear watching her son dying in front of her. It terrified her.

Jimmy faced her and smiled contemptuously, enjoying every bit of the drama he started.

"Interesting" He uttered.

"Woman either life or death that will be decided according to your husband's next word. Your husband holds your son's life now, woman. I'm giving him the last chance to speak or I'll kill him right before your eyes. Even God won't be able to save you by then." Jimmy coldly uttered with loads of warning clear in his voice. The woman gulped down as she stared into her husband's eyes, strained, and in tears. The man gulped.

"You should know this before you die fool, either you choose to speak or not. I'll find out within 24 hours. You'll be dead by then, all along with your filthy family; it's even better; it's going to be a whole big family, right?." He coldly uttered.

The lady gasped, fear gripped all of her.

"Blackbones, his name is Blackbones," the man blurted out without hesitation, and Jimmy laughed out loud scornfully. Then he stopped all of a sudden, and his gaze turned cold and dark, spreading his dangerous aura all over the room like a virus, causing a lot of tension in the air. He raised and took his sit comfortably.

"Black--Bones" He echoed and smiled mysteriously.

"He's a coward, yes, he is. When it concerns his family, of course! He had hidden them away from his evil world but then, this demon still managed to find them.

His family has always been his priority and still is even now. He can never watch them die in front of him. No, never. All he was doing was only for them, and today, they've become his biggest weakness.

He will not be able to bear the pain of watching his son die right in front of him and he couldn't do a damnit.

He thought as the memories of his son promising him a better future swiftly back to his mind.

A tear ran down his cheek as he summoned all the courage to take a glance at his wife and child once more. He knew for a fact that he might not get out alive. Perhaps, he's never going to see them again.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out sadly to his terrified wife, who was utterly broken and speechless as she couldn't just stop looking at him, shattered.

Her husband, no, she's not going to live her life as a widow ever; it's funny she has never thought of this. He has always been the one saving them, but what now? Who's going to save them now?

She busted into tears.

"Please spare my husband "the woman begged in tears.

To Jimmy, this was just a blow minding entertainment; he was sitting magnificently comforting himself on the couch. He watched carefully as they performed their family drama making sure he didn't miss a damn thing. It's fun, really fun.

He stood up at once and pulled out his gun, and the little boy ran up to her mother and held her firmly.

"Please don't kill mommy and daddy," The little boy cried pathetically.

Jimmy smirked and squatted before the boy.

"Oh little, you, mommy and daddy are uniting soon okay?" He said and stood up. The lady gasped. Does that mean he's freeing them already, seriously?

Before the lady could register another word in her head, he pulled the trigger at once and the bullet went straight into the boy's chest. Before the lady could gasp or anything, he sent another bullet straight into her forehead.

The man's eyes widened in immense shock, and his mouth was agape, looking like a living dead already. He couldn't even utter a word or bulge; he just gasped.

Jimmy laughed devilishly with satisfaction shown in his blue, captivating eyes. Not even a single remorse can be spotted in those devilish eyes of his. He took his sit back, resting his back comfortably, and brought out his cigarettes. He inhaled deeply on it and let out the smoke in the air. He so much enjoyed the shocked and dreadful expression on his face. So exciting.

"Now tell me, how do you want your death, I'm ready to fulfill your last wish now. You want it fast or gentle?" He asked, merely inhaling his cigarettes and exhaling slowly, spreading the smoke out in the air. The man couldn't say a single word. He's speechless and dumbfounded.

"Alright, I'll help out; a slow death can be better than anything." He said seriously and puffed on his cigarettes. He stood up and squatted before him. The silver plate is just beside him.

He picked the parer lookalike and and grinned evilly.

"Guess what this is going to your body?" he laughed contemptuously enjoying every bit of the game.

As though he had just come back from his Neverland, the mockery laugh brought him back, and just realizing the more dangerous he was, he struggled, shaking his body, but he was utterly powerless against the tightrope. His eyes widened, and he gulped down his dried spit as he noticed him smiling with so much satisfaction that it signified danger to him.

"No, please don't use that on me, don't kill me, please," the man pathetically begged with horror written all over his face. Jimmy frowned.

"What are you saying now, huh? Minutes ago, you were begging for your death, and now you don't want to die anymore? What's wrong?" He asked, faking a puzzled face like he didn't understand anything now.

"Please don't kill me, please. I promise I'll do whatever you ask me to; spare me, please," He hastily said, horror written all over his face.

Jimmy smirked.

"Um, interesting; you going to do whatever I asked you to do, huh?" He asked amusingly.

"Yes, yes, I'll do anything you demand of me I promise, I will take you to Blackbones if that's what you want" Perhaps this is the only way out, his wife and kid are dead, what kind of a human being kills an innocent child and his mother without feeling any remorse at all. He's nothing but a monster, and now it's his turn, just like the beast had said. Getting any sharp objects penetrating his torn flesh was the least he wanted right now, so he was ready to do anything he said.

He snapped his finger, and just like playing, the next thing he saw was a muscular man losing the tightrope already, and he groaned spontaneously as the rope was being removed from his skin. The pain was sharp, but he was going to be free after all. He laughed heartily.

"Thanks so much, Snopjay, you're a kind man I never knew you could be this kind"

"Of course, of course, what will I gain in killing you, it's just twice as entertaining watching you kill yourself. What did you think?" he said and smiled devilishly like the devil himself, then back out, reclaiming his seat; he puffed in the cigarettes and exiled the smoke slowly. His eyes were cold and dangerous as he rested his back, waiting for the fun to begin.

The man flinched; what was he saying? A moment ago, he... His eyes widened in horror. How can the beast joke with somebody's life like this, like a piece of paper? Is he this cruel?

The next thing he saw was his right hand was freed but his body was still glued to the wooden chair and then him holding a shinny silver knife, what's this meant for, to cut tomatoes? Of course not, to kill himself... Wait, What!. He gulped down nothing as his throat seemed all died up now. How can the devil expected him to kill himself with his own hands, was that even possible? how can he think of something as pathetic as that. He smirked and all of a sudden, he attacked him by throwing the knife at him in a martial arts form, surprisingly to him, he catched the tip of the knife not even yielding or bulging.

Instantly his gaze turned cold and grievous, dangerous than ever since now. He stood up and walked slowly towards him. The man flinched and swallowed hard with a widened eyes as he felt his burning gaze on him, a gaze that's enough to send anyone to his grave in just a blink of an eye. The tension was so hot that he could feel it on his skin and what terrified him the most is that he's actually walking towards him with the knife.

Jimmy squatted before him and raised his head, his dangerous gaze sipping into his making the man trembled and struggling to free himself, horror written all over him.

"No no, s--sorry please I'm so sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry" the man blurted out fastly terrified to death.

"How dare you scoundrel!" He yelled, his voice cold and aggressive and the next thing, he swung the knife across his chest violently non stopping. Then penetrated it into his stomach ending his miserable life. He stood up then pulled out his gun and empty his bullets in his lifeless body. In just a twinkle of an eye, an image of a lifeless man was display in a bloody messy way , his flesh was torn miserably, the man died an horrific death ever even his eyes were still widened after his death.

Blood stains where all over his face and body. With a snap of his finger, a maiden appeared with large bowl of water and cleaning materials. And within some minutes, he's all cleaned up and his clothes were changed as well.

"Clean this mess" he instructed coldly and strode out of the room out-spreading his dark aura all over the room. And his men attended to the bloody dead man sitting lifeless on the wooden chair.

"Boss, the meeting will be starting in five minutes" Irene informed.

"Cancel it, arrange someone's death for me immediately" he instructed coldly. He still needs more blood to calmed down the raging demon in him and that means killing someone.

"Sure boss" Irene said and bowed.

"Good" he uttered coldly and walked away.