Page 27 of A Mafia's Treasure

I clear my throat and look at him. “All good,” I tell him as I tilt my head from side to side, hearing the crack of my neck and easing the tension that has been building inside me since she left.

I pick up some pliers and go over to Ivan, tutting loudly to get his attention. His dark eyes land on mine, and I can see the fear in him. I yank the cloth that has been placed in his mouth free to enable him to answer my questions, but he believes he has the right to go first.

“I’m sorry, it’s the O’Conner’s. They said they’d kill me if I didn’t mess up the contract for you,” he rushes out, his breath catching in his throat. “P.-please, we can work something out,” he tells me, his head nodding vigorously.

“Do we have the paperwork here?” I look over at Tommy, who nods . “And it’s the correct one, with no anomalies in?” I tilt my head.

“Yes, boss,” he answers and lifts up the documents so I can see them. “It’s the one we prepared.”

“See, we can sign them, and I can go back to the motherland, no harm, no foul.” He smiles.

“Hmm, no harm, no foul … You set me up, Ivan. Do you think I will let you walk away from that?” I ask, genuinely interested in his response.

“Take the contracts. I don’t want anything for them, just please … d-don’t kill me …p-please,” he begs.

“You heard the man, Tommy, take the payment section from the contract,” I instruct and wait as I hear the sound of paper being ripped up.

“I added something into our contract, a little like you, Ivan. You see, you can never trust anyone in our line of work.” I lean closer to his face. “I don’t need your signature for the contracts to make them valid, your fingerprint will do.” I stand back and study him as I see the already wet patch of his light gray slacks get darker as he pisses himself.

I think Tommy is right … This may be easier than I thought.

Chapter20

Nico

Ihuff out a sigh. I’m a little pissed that this doesn’t look like it is going to be as much fun as I first thought. If Ivan is already pissing himself, not for the first time, then … Well, then it’s going to be very boring.

I was counting on him to take my mind off a certain someone. However, all may not be lost. He may want to give in easily but it doesn’t mean I can take my frustrations out on him. It will certainly make me feel better.

“Tommy, get the acid ready. We need to make sure there is no evidence,” I tell him, although there isn’t really any need, he is the pro at getting rid of bodies, but I think rather than get rid of the evidence when he is dead, why not start when he is alive.

“Wait, please, no … I…” Ivan starts to sob.

“You’re wasting both your breath and my time,” I tell him. “Tommy, bring the table over here,” I order.

I laugh as I look over at Ivan, maybe I could have some fun after all. I kick his chair, tipping him over, the sound echoing in the container. The wheels of the table thud like a heartbeat as Tommy pushes it over to us.

“Where is the tarp?” I ask as I head back over to the cupboards. Tommy nods to the one above me, and reaching up, I grab the sealed bag and the clear packaging rustling as I open it. I shake it out several times, and the material slices through the air. Metal ring holes on the corners crack against the floor, causing Ivan to let out a pathetic whimper. I chuckle, continuing until I have the floor covered.

Tommy proceeds to roll the table back on to the tarp and secure the wheels. “Get him up and secure him to the table,” I tell him as I take my phone from my pocket to check if I have any messages from her. “Fuck!” I say out loud.

“Everything okay?” Tommy asks as he is moving Ivan from the chair to the table. It looks more like a surgeon’s table, all shiny and silver. I don’t know where he gets all this shit from but, it comes in fucking handy!

“All good,” I tell him as I place my phone back in my jacket pocket and place it on the side. I undo my shirt buttons and roll them up—I’m glad I wore black today—shit is about to get messy.

Rummaging through the drawers and cupboards I find everything I need and place them on a surgical trolly. I smile as I think about all the poor motherfuckers that have been in here. Tommy is a sick fuck, and I don’t think there is anything he doesn’t have.

The light flickers above Ivan’s head, making him jump, and I look to Tommy who sniggers at his response.

I peel away his shirt and strip him free of his slacks and shoes. “Fuck me, Ivan!” I scrunch my face up. It really does grind my gears when they shit themselves … Blood, fine, but shit, come on!

Tommy helps remove his clothing, dropping it to the tarp, until we have a fully naked traitor on the table. Dragging my knife down his chest, not hard enough to break his skin but enough for him to hold his breath, I trail it all the way down to his flaccid cock, then I flip it with the knife and tap on his balls. “What do you know, you do have a pair.” I smile up at him as he swallows loudly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down nervously.

I place the knife on his stomach as I reach for the clamps and place them around the top of his balls and grip tight. His high pitch scream pierces my ears, and a trickle of piss coats my hand. I drop the tightened clamp and swing, my fist landing on his nose, breaking it, and blood splatters over my shirt as he continues to yell and scream.

“Gag him,” I order Tommy, who proceeds to get some tape from his cupboard. “That was for pissing on my hand.” I point at Ivan and squeeze his broken nose with one hand, then when his mouth opens in pain, I shove my piss covered hand in. “It isn’t nice is it,” I tell him. “How do you like the taste of your own piss?” Pulling back I make way for Tommy to cover his mouth, his shrieking is like finger nails running down a chalkboard.

“Perfect, now back to business,” I say as I step to the side and pick up the knife from his stomach. In one slice I remove his testicles. I watch him as bloody snot runs down his face, mixing with his tears.

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