The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

“You think you can run from me?” I questioned. The guards pushed the iron bars open and I stepped into the dark room. I snapped my fingers once, giving them the instructions to switch the lights on, and they did.

The bloody and heavily bruised young man was hung upside down, without clothes on. He was sweating profusely and dangling from the ceiling they hung him on, his body was covered in cuts and blood gushed out of the open cuts. I saw the terror and sheer horror that flashed across his eyes, the moment he saw me walk in. He was wheezing heavily, trying to pry his way out of his chains.

And, he was failing miserably while he was at it.

I chuckled and took my cufflinks off the cuffs of my shirt, handing it to one of my guys that stood outside the gates. Then, I rolled the sleeves of my shirt to my elbow, undoing the upper buttons of my shirt. I hate the feeling of one’s blood on my clothes, so to prevent the blood from staining my clothes, I always roll my sleeves up and then have fun while dealing with them.

“You thought I wouldn’t find you?” I asked him, again, leaning on the cold wall with my arms folded across my chest.

He shook his head vigorously as tears streamed down his eyes. He tried to speak, but I held my hand up in silence.

“Sawyer, you didn’t only cart away with my money…” I paused, pushing myself off the wall which I was leaning on earlier.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“You hurt a child. You didn’t just hurt her. You raped her, Sawyer.” I arched a brow at him, keeping my voice dangerously low, I walked closer to him and stopped when I was a few inches away from him. I could see his eyes widen in fear when I stood closer to him.

“What’s the number one rule we don’t break in the Vixen Mafia!” I bellowed, my loud and audacious voice booming across the room. I could feel the walls shake at the intensity of my voice. My eyes never left him, he whimpered in fear, and he knew he had to be careful with his choice of words. One mistake would be the death of him.

“Use your words, boy!” I growled and stabbed him in the side with a pocket knife, eliciting an agonizing scream from him. He was wiggling heavily from the pain, with tears streaming down his face.

“We… do__ not…” He coughed violently and I stabbed him again.

He screamed, he couldn’t say a word of plea to me because he definitely knew at that moment that his tongue would be the next thing I was pulling out and I wouldn’t stop until I ripped it off his mouth.

“Hurt kids!” He sputtered out some blood, wheezing.

“You are a monster, Sawyer. You do not deserve to live!” I barked and he nodded his head, sobbing profusely like a two-year-old.

“Boss, boss, I’m sorry!” he yelled out.

“Please, forgive me. It was all a mistake… I promise never to hurt children anymore… please forgive me boss… please ” he wailed as he pleaded for forgiveness.

I watched him as he pleaded for his life, not batting an eyelid or even moving in the slightest way. My gaze on him was stern, cold, without an ounce of emotion attached to it. I brought out my pistol which I normally tucked in the back of my trousers, for safety purposes, and shot him in the head.

His blood gushed out heavily, spilling on my white shirt in the process.

I shot him again.

And again

.

And again.

And again.

Until I had wasted fifteen bullets in his body.

I sighed in satisfaction knowing that a monster like him would never hurt or come close to innocent children. I also did it to warn the rest about keeping the rules of Vixen, because no matter how close a family they were, breaking the rules would lead to their deaths.

“Come get his body and burn him to ashes, then send his ashes to his family,” I ordered them, coldly, and got out of my shirt, dumping it on the floor of the cell.

“Yes, boss!” They chorused.

And with that, I strutted out of the Cell and they locked the iron gate behind me. I halted in my tracks and turned to the young man at my back, raising one of my brows at him rudely.

“And where the hell is Duncan?” I queried, harshly, my gaze narrowing slits at him.

“He’s out of Italy at the moment, sir. You sent him to get some jobs done for you.” He spoke, fear radiating off him.

“Then call him to get his ass back here!” I yelled at the boy.

He nodded, frozen in his spot in fear.

“Yes, boss.” He answered and I scoffed.

“You are weak,” I spat my words out venomously and spun on my heels, heading to the main house.

I dismissed the greetings of the maids as I sauntered into the house. I descended the stairs and went straight to my room to take a shower. I got out of my clothes and got under the shower, switching it on.

Where was she?

Was she hiding from me?

This lady has managed to strip off every ounce of my sanity in the past few weeks. I could feel it. I could feel it slipping away from me. I was irritated. I was extra moody and on the verge of losing my mind.

I let out a harsh growl and slammed my fists into the wall of the bathroom.

Duncan had better get his ass here before tonight! I want her found. I want her in this house. Right beside me. She wasn’t going anywhere. She couldn’t hide from me forever.

I’ll find her, and once I do, I’m marrying her.

It’s about damn time I got an heir anyway.

“Where are you, Peach?” I mumbled under my breath as I watched blood trickle down my knuckles.