The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

My fingers moved on the screen of my phone as I tapped away on it, the air in the car filled with so much tension that I could barely hear either the driver or Duncan breathe. With the silence that reigned in the air, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I heard a pin drop. I looked up from my phone, looking straight ahead, and the pace at which the car moved became slower as we approached the enormous Warehouse. There was no other building in view apart from the warehouse that occupied a vast amount of land with the rest being smooth tarred roads.

The car came to a stop and the driver pulled over at a safe distance. I didn’t want to alert them of my arrival. It was a beautiful day to catch some lying bastards. I was in a shitty mood and I was sure that I wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet through anyone’s head. Duncan got out of the car and held the door for me so that I could step out.

I smoothed the non-existence crease on my shirt and advanced to the quiet building. He pressed the red button on the wall and the industrial door moved upward so we could step in. I saw it. The fear in their eyes. The moment their eyes landed on me, and I loved it. It gave me a sense of pride in a way. I watched as they scrambled to their feet, increasing the pace at which they worked.

The vast space was bustling with activities, my men scurrying on their feet to get the cartons in place. The tall, wide shelves were stacked to the brim with big brown cartons that could conveniently contain a human if shoved into it. The warehouse was illuminated with bright lights that were almost blinding. I looked up at the stairs to find it was so busy as well. They were busy offloading our new shipment.

“BOYS!” Duncan’s cold voice boomed, garnering their attention. Their eyes dropped to me and they stopped everything they were doing, bowing their heads in respect and mumbling greetings I barely acknowledged.

“Get to work. I just came to oversee things myself.” I spoke up, glancing at my wristwatch. My eyes strayed to the top floor in the process, where three men stood, uncomfortably. It didn’t take putting two and two together. The fright in their faces and the occasional shifting of their feet gave them away. My lips twitched in a smirk and I strode forward. They paved the way for me as I made my way upstairs.

“Gentlemen,” I called, undoing my cuffs. I handed my cufflinks to Duncan, who was already at my back, rolling my sleeves to my elbow.

“Good__m__Good__morning, Boss.” One of them stuttered and my lips stretched in a wide smile. I beckoned him to step forward. The hesitation that clouded his eyes left me thoroughly amused. He summoned up courage and moved forward, stopping right in front of me. I could smell the fear radiating off him and I hated him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I hate weak men. They disgust me.

I grabbed him by the throat, and he held onto my hands that were wrapped tightly around his neck as I lifted him by the neck. His eyes reddened as he struggled to utter a word, and I kept choking him. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. I growled and threw him to the rails, leaving him to fall to the floor with loud breaths escaping his lips.

I turned to the other two, who took a step backwards and I moved forward too with a cold, taunting smirk on my lips.

“Open the box,” I ordered, cracking my knuckles.

“OPEN THE FUCKING BOX!” I bellowed, my strident voice booming across the vast space, followed by an unnerving silence. I watched as the two of them jittered uncontrollably, making their way to the boxes in front of them. However, the first one in the front reached into his clothes and brought out about six sachets of Coke that had me snickering.

I didn’t even have to bring out my gun.

“Drop them into the box,” I instructed, and he did as he was told. But before he could utter one more word, I was already in front of him, landing a heavy punch on his face that had him spitting out blood on my white shirt. I looked down at my shirt with the utmost disdain, reaching for my gun at the back of my trousers.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN STEAL FROM ME AND GO SCOT-FREE?”

“You didn’t even have the fucking decency to hide it properly, you fucking retard.”

I didn’t know what he was thinking because he got on the rails and wanted to jump down, but the impact of several bullets at the back of his head had him dropping downstairs with a loud thud. With my eyes still fixed on him, I fired a shot to my left and the second guy dropped dead.

I turned to my right, my eyes zeroing in on the one I choked earlier, watching me with horror and dread imprinted on his face. I growled and marched forward, kicking him to the ground and stepping on his face and he was writhing in pain underneath me, eliciting a sadistic chuckle from me.

“You know,” I began, chuckling, my cold gaze moving around the warehouse.

“It’s honestly how you all think you are so smart and you can steal from me without me realizing it because I don’t come to the warehouse often,” I applied pressure on his face and he grunted in pain, blood spluttering from his mouth.

“I’m not going to tell you all to stop. By all means, please, keep at it. Nothing fuels my happiness other than murdering thieves brutally and I can assure you that if I ever sniff you out__” I paused, matching his face, even more.

“I will set you ablaze and watch you burn to the ground, screaming for help and thrashing around helplessly, while I stand over you with my glass of whiskey in my hand as I watch you burn from head to toe until there’s nothing left but your ashes,” I spoke, my voice dangerously calm as I enunciated every fucking word, so it could sink into their brains.

“Taken?” I asked.

“Yes, Boss!” They shouted in unison.

And with that, I stared down at the bastard underneath my foot and put a bullet through his brain, the contents splashing on my chest. I scoffed and kicked his corpse off.

I watched his dead body with no ounce of remorse and then, I spun on my heels, heading downstairs.

“Get me a fucking shirt and stop staring at me like a fucking moron,” I growled at Duncan, who bowed his head and skipped off to my office in the warehouse to get me a new shirt. He soon came running in with a new white shirt. I took off the blood-stained shirt I had on me and threw it on his face, snatching the new one from him.

I wore it and began buttoning up, looking up to face the rest of my men with the ghost of a smile on my face.

“Gentlemen, you can start your day now.”