Revenge of a mafia son

"Momma, "The little boy who just returned from school jumped down the beautiful, expensive car happily bouncing towards the door while calling his mother.

He had expected to see her standing at the door, hands widely spread out as she waited on him to run into them so she could welcome him in, engulfing him in a warm hug.

"Momma," he called again when he didn't see his mother or hear her beautiful voice or laughter echoing loudly.

He kept on calling.

When he didn't see her, he thought to himself that she might be playing one of her tricks.

"Okay momma, you want to play hide and seek, right? I will catch you."He smiled beautifully, took off his shoes, walked stealthily to the door and swung it open.

"cotchaa!" he yelled loudly, excitedly, his little voice echoing all over the whole place.

He could hear his voice reflecting to him.

He briefly stopped calling her when he still didn't see or hear her speak.

His mother is nowhere in sight

He stopped momentary,

His little face hardened, squeezing up in a frown as he thought of where his mother could be, but not for too long before his eyes widened and excitement twirled in them again.

" The kitchen! "He expounded, smiling beautifully while hitting his two palms together in sheer happiness as he ran towards the kitchen.

"Momma. cotchaa! "He yelled but was met with dead silence again. Instead of his mother's beautiful laughter echoing in the kitchen whenever he does that, there was nothing.

No sight of her, no evidence of her presence.

"Where are you, Momma? "He groans frustratedly, asking no one in particular as he looks skeptically around the kitchen trying to see if his mother was hiding anywhere.

His prying eyes came in contact with a Plate of brownies kept on top of the kitchen cabinet, he smiled and walked to it"mmmm! Momma made this for me. She must be around."

He smiled.

He carried the plate and took one piece of the brownie and munched

"Wow, yummy!" he exclaimed happily, eyes closed as he enjoyed the savory taste of the rich homemade chocolate cake.

He took another one about to put it in his mouth when he heard a loud heart-piercing, an agonizing cry which registered immediately into his little brain to be that of his mother.

"Momma! "He yelled loudly in fright as the plate fell off from his hand shattering on the floor together with the brownies.

He jumps the shattered piece and runs out of the kitchen in tears towards the direction of the voice

When he reached, he froze at the sight before him.

His mother was surrounded by some men in masks. They wore black with all their bodies covered and a gun firmly held in their hands.

Two of the men were holding tightly to his mother, pointing a gun at her and there was a huge man without a mask.

A huge scary scar was on his face. He was looking at her mother angrily with a syringe in his hand.

He watched as his terrified pregnant mother plead to the scarred man in tears

" I will do anything you want, just spare my baby and me, please. Don't do this, don't hurt us, please. I will serve you all my life."She begged with tears but the scarred man paid no heed to her.

He watched him storm close to his mother and stabbed the needle in her stomach causing her to screech in pain and then fall.

The man smiled evilly and bent down, he tore his mother's clothes leaving her stake naked.

After a few minutes, he saw his mother yelling, twisting, and turning in pain as something began to come out of her legs. First, it was water, then blood, and then a little tiny thing with legs.

He watches as it comes out fully. It looks exactly like him. Wait, is it a baby? He thought.

He remembers her mum telling him he would have a little sister.

Is it a baby? Is that how it looks when they come out?

The six years boy was confused seeing something that looked like him but was tiny. Very small.

He watches more blood and water flowing out of her weak mother's body.

"A baby girl? hump! She couldn't give birth to a better child. Can this be useful to me." he heard the man grumble angrily, dragging him out of his confused thoughts.

He stood there watching as the man pointed his gun at his mother. He shot and the bullet went straight to her forehead.

Blood oozing out.

It was as if the weak dying woman felt his son's presence because she turned her head to her right and saw Her son staring at her in shock and pain with tears streaming down his little cheeks.

She smiled a lip-tied, bitter smile before forcing her mouth to move.

She mouthed, ran, and prayed to the heavens he would understand.

watching his mother with sadness, he saw when her mouth moved as an inaudible word escaped from it.

"Run" she'd mouthed to him before her eyes closed welcoming the unavoidable sleep that was knocking at her door. He watches as she breathes her last.

She's dead,' a voice whispers to him. It was as if someone was right beside him, announcing her mother's death to him.

He didn't cry.

He didn't yell.

He was just gazing fiercely at her, at them mostly.

The fear, pain, and sadness which had to paralyze him couldn't let him move a foot as he stood there watching the men who weren't aware of his presence yet and took in every word and action.

He watched the scarred man move close to her little sister and lifted her with one hand, scanning her with his eyes before dropping her back on the floor.

"Take care of the little thing."The scared man ordered and he watched as one of the masked men moved towards her little sister and pointed a gun at her.

He closed his eyes.

"Nooo!!" he screamed when the sound of a gunshot echoed in the air.

.'They killed her. The wicked monsters killed her, my sister.' He thought as hot sorrowful tears gushed out of his eyes.

His outburst seems to have attracted the masked men because they turn and begin to match his direction, running towards him. He stood there staring at them.

Not bothered.

He wasn't in any way trying to run or escape. He was boldly waiting for them.

The masked man was matching his direction, moving quickly to get him. The sound of the heavy boot echoes loudly, creating fear in the heart of its hearer.

They saw him standing, gazing through the window, lost in thought, Faraway from his surroundings and unaware of the dangers coming.

He stood staring fixedly at his mum and the blood littered around. His little sister had been carried away. She's no longer there. They took her away.

Lost in his misery, he suddenly felt a hand on his mouth.

.....

....

He was dragged away from the place he was standing.

He yelled, scream but his voice was muffled.

He began to fight, and kick, struggling to free himself but he couldn't since the hand was stronger than him.

He was dragged out.

The person grabbed his hand running out of the room to a narrow passage that he never knew existed in their house until that moment.

He heard footsteps running after them but they ceased when they got into a dimmed room which he presumed to be a library.

"Son, it's me. Don't shout."He warned before removing his hand from his mouth.

"Papa, the killed momma, and baby." he whimpered, tears gushing out of his eyes like a waterfall.

"I know, I saw everything soon. Listen, son, you have to leave here. There's a secret door here that would lead you out of this place to a bush.

One of my trusted men is there, he'd take you away from here to the airport where a jet which would take you to Moscow is waiting for you. Son, you have to leave here before they catch you."

"Papa, you know about them right? "

"Yes .that's why I came back to take you and momma away but I was late...you should go, have this "he pushed a small box into his hand

"It contains a very important thing for the family and a microchip which you should watch when you are of age. keep it safe where no one will see it except you."

"But papa," he cried" is that why they are after us?"

"Yes and more which you'd find out from the chip-Son, you have to go now, they'd come in here any moment, go!."

He shook his head stubbornly "No papa, come with me."

"I can't son, I need to take care of things. You're my only child left, you need to live. go son " he pushed him towards a wall and touched his palm on the wall, it opened revealing an elevator.

He pushed him inside "Remember, you're my son, a mafia lord and the rightful heir to the Donahue empire. Trust no one but yourself."

He pressed a button and the elevator closed up and begin to move down but the boy stop it, he ran out of it

"Papa, I love you. And I'll never forget who I am, THE HEIR TO THE DONAHUE EMPIRE. I will be strong and I promise to conquer all of them and get back everything they took from us."He sworn

"I love you too and I know you will be stronger than your father. You my son will forever make me proud, whether am dead or alive-But son you have to leave, go....."

His word hung in the air as the door was kicked down and the masked men stormed in.

He quickly pushed his son down, pushing him behind a bookshelf closer to the elevator.

The little boy peeped through an opening as the masked men grabbed his father, kneeling him down as he struggled to free himself from them when the scarred man whose face he can now see clearly stormed in with a proud smile.

"Wow look at the almighty Don kneeling for me. isn't it amazing? "He mocked, with a devilish smirk on his face.

"Go straight to the point, what do you want? "His father spat out, angrily staring at the scarred man.

"Sign this," he threw a file to him but his father looked at him with a smile instead.

"I'd rather die than sign off my son's right to you."

He smirked, "don't worry he won't live to inherit it, I will kill him."

"You can never find him and he'll come for you and you can never escape it, the riot of the Donahue true blood."

"Fuck you!" he yelled angrily, punching him repeatedly. Blood flowed out of his mouth and nostril.

The little boy watched the man shoot his father severally on the chest and he slumped down dead.

He took his father's thumb, dipped it inside the ink and pressed it on the paper.

"Everything you own now belongs to me and in your absence without an heir to take over, I am the new owner of the Donahue empire ."He boasted smirking evilly and took off the ring which represents the heirloom from his father's finger and wore it.

"The new Donahue empire is crown"

"All hail the new empire!" the masked men chorus.

Tears streamed down the little boy's face who watched his entire family wiped out in a twinkle of an eye.

Anger, pain and anguish filled him up as the only thing in his mind was revenge, for his mother, father and little sister who were wiped out before his very own eyes.

"You will pay for killing my family, scar man, I swell with my life. I will Avenge you papa, momma and baby sis, I won't rest until I get justice for all of you."He swore, tears after tears fell from his eyes as he looked at the man with detest.

He got up to leave when his leg mistakenly kicked on something, not looking to find out what it was, he flew while the men shot spherically gave him a hot chase but he managed to escape through the elevator which led him to the bush where his father's man should be.

Or so he thought.

But unfortunately, when he arrived at the place, he saw masked men in black instead.

"Who are you?" he asked fearfully while looking around in search of the car that should be waiting for him.

"Oh, the little boy we're here to take you to your destination, not the one your dad wants though but ours."They mocked while laughing at him.

"How did you know about my papa's plan?"

"A reliable source boy." the bunky one replied with an evil smirk.

"Who?"

"Why do you care, you'll die."

"At Least let me see him before I die." He bargained.

"Aren't you an inquisitive little thing, boy? "

He turned sharply when he heard the familiar voice." you! my papa trusted you and you betrayed him " he accused angrily staring at him.

"That's why baby boy, trust no one."

The little boy watched him as he pull out a gun and pointed it at him

" Trust only yourself boy in your next life, that is, if you have any." he shot him as he fell and his eyes closed.

*Years later*

*******

A young female who should be in her early 20's walked majestically into an office where a man sat with his back facing the door, her hands stuck into her pants pocket and face devoid of all emotion.

"Boss, " She called while standing close to the door, back leaning on the wall and legs crossed over each other as she stared emotionless at the man whose back was turned to her.

"You're late. " He pointed out, his back still turned to her and a cigarette placed between the two fingers closer to the thumb as he breathed in smokes from his lit cigarette and breathed them out after some seconds.

The huge smoke escaping through his mouth and nostrils goes up high and disappears into the thin air becoming invisible while he puffs out more and more, thereby filling the whole place with unending smoke.

She walked in, deeper into the office leaving the door to close on its own creating a loud but not too loud banging.

"So,"

.........

"So," She retorted rudely, moving close.

"I know," she replied when she got closer to him. Not too close though, as a medium size table suitable enough for an office sat between separating them from staying within each other's space.

She drew out the chair beside the table which is opposite to the man's own and sat, not waiting for him to offer her one.

She examined the table before her which had files and paperwork littered around with a laptop which was placed in the middle of the table parallel to the man.

In between the paperwork and Laptop was a pack of cigarettes, a lantern and a small ashtray with ashes probably from the cigarettes he'd consumed earlier.

She seemed to have found what she was looking for as she immediately stretched out her hand,

She grabbed the pack of cigarettes on the table and pulled out one stick from it, putting it between her lips, she lit it producing a cloud of smoke which she inhaled once, twice, thrice

and then puff it out in the man's face.

Well probably his back since his back is still turned to her. she massages her head and signs in contentment.

"So...?"She rudely added drawing the man's attention who swing his chair around immediately in the speed of light, his wrinkled scary scar face squeezing up and hardening in a scowl as he glared at her with his eyes as red as the devil's

"What did you mean !? you fucking kept me waiting for too long!"He spat angrily in her face but she shows no remorse or feels sorry for her actions or word

Instead, she shrugged and replied to him with a boring tune."Isn't it better to be late than never? What would you do if I never show up?"She retorted, fixing her gaze on him and daring him with her eyes.

"Sanai!!"

"Altansanai, It Altansanai to you...don't ever call me that again.

"She yelled deadly calm not showing any emotion nor did her facial appearance change but the venom in her words couldn't be missed.

She pronounced each word dangerously left no room for argument nor contradiction and he knew better than to react or respond.

Of course, he knew for sure that Altansanai and he never had a good relationship.

Although he raised her and considers her to be her daughter enough that he adopted her but that doesn't mean they're close or have a father and daughter relationship, in fact, Altansanai hates him with everything in her.

She's only tolerating him and giving him the respect as her foster dad, at least for raising her.

But she thought that being her foster dad doesn't give him the right to pet her or even give him the right to act cozy to her.

She only considers him to be her boss and that's the only relationship they could ever have. Nothing more than that.

So he dares not call her as he did earlier, nor does he have the right to shorten her name? He's her boss so he ought to stay within his limit and not try to get familiar with her.

The bond that held them is business. order and deliver. She careless whether he adopted or raised her.

They're not close and that's the fact, Only people who're close to her can call her the way they pleased and no one else but one person, her closest ally. Her best buddy and her best friend, Raymond.

The man signed with the scowl still present on his face. He lifted his hand and touched it around the huge scar on his face which started zygoma narrowing escaping the optical nerve of his eyes down to his jaw giving his face an ugly mark.

He smiled slyly with his tongue wetting his lips." You're getting out of hand nowadays Altansanai, aren't you? don't forget I.AM.the boss.!"He thundered, staring deeply into her eyes but she baited no eyelids as she looked fearlessly back into his daring him to do his worst.

After several minutes of 'who gets the power eyeball competition, the man signed and looked away, his wrinkled face squeezing more in anger. "I'm fucking gonna let today go. I swear the next time you fucking try this shit. ..."

He pulled out a gun, kissed and smell it, then pointed it at her head " am fucking bursting your brain out."

She chuckled dryly. Not looking away, she resumed the smoking of her cigar. After inhaling a large smoke she exhaled it out through her nostril.

Then say,

"If you're the boss you should fucking act like one and get straight to the point. Stop your childish threat and get to business.

"Why am I here? Why did you send for me?"

The Man, not ready for a tantrum especially when it has to do with her, a daredevil, decided to forfeit the issues and attend to the more important one.

"Why is he living? The hell! I fucking told ya to fucking fuck him off from this world."

"Not yet time." she smoked"He still needs to eat my chicken lap. The Fuck! I haven't fed him one."

"What the fuck does that mean.?"

"My baby pussy still got to grind him, only if the cock worth it.

Nevertheless, am fucking gonna serve him my special chicken laps soon." she smirked dangerously with eyes twirling in excitement.

"Damn! I fucking got a goose bum men, can't wait to tear him. But I got to be patient and you gotta be too. After all, big bones are for the waiting dogs."

The boss nodded and smiled in satisfaction knowing that the job is already done. But he asked anyway" so when should I expect the good news ?"

"Tomorrow, just wait till tomorrow, all will be done."

"Why not tonight? "

She looked at him, " patient boss. I'll do my work when I am ready. And besides, I got something to take care of tonight."

He groans "That, is it fucking more important than mine!"

"The fuck! you have no right to ask me shitty questions. Tomorrow, I am gonna get your darn job done, so screw it." Anything else?"

"No."

"Well, if that's all, Am gonna take my leave."She told him to drop the almost burnt cigarettes on the ashtray and pick up a new stick, lited it and stand up.

"You shall get the message tomorrow. "

She walked out of the office, one hand stocked inside her pocket while the other held the stick in her mouth as she walked the place nodding in acknowledgement to those who greeted her.

Altansanai Sakura Armrest, an orphan girl lost her parents at a tender age or so she was told

And was raised by her boss Desmond Elliot who was the only guardian she knew.

He raised her to his satisfaction, a stone heartless killer that kills without mercy.

Killing gives her Joy and satisfaction especially when it has to do with irresponsible men.

Her words, not mine.

The beauty goddess is endowed with a jaw-dropping hourglass figure, flawless smooth skin, an Oval face with puffy sea blue eyes and soft kissable rounded lips.

Her full large enormous breast which is slightly bigger than normal coupled with her big butt and hips makes her look goddamn alluring and irresistible, attracting the male forks around her like flies.

Everyman wanted a taste of her goddamn goodies which made it easy bringing them under her mercy and destroying them beyond repair.

She pulled out her hand from the pocket, ding her car open before reaching it, slid open the driver's side and entered her Mercedes Benz car. She pressed the car CD filling the car with a cool bad-ass song which echoes in the car adding life to it and she, in turn, began to nod to the song.

Accelerating the car, she zoomed off at a moderate speed.

Driving with her left hand while the other hand held the cigarette stick sipping and puffing out smoke while she drove.

She was lost in the melodious song playing when her phone rang. she swiped the answer button and raised the phone closer to her mouth"Speak" she spat out.

The caller said something to her and she listened attentively, not interrupting until the speaker ended his or her words.

"Would be there."She affirmed when the caller said no more words.

Reversing her car to another turn, she sped off at a high speed.