Page 45 of Mafia Betrayal

There were always people out to kill you.

It didn’t matter who you were.

After taking my time preparing in the kitchen, I laid three knives, all in different sizes, in front of the man. One santoku. One chef’s knife. One cleaver, my favorite of all of them. Sadistic? You could call it that. But it was the most fun for this job.

“Which one?” I asked, pointing to them.

The man’s eyes widened, his lips trying to move with the cigar still in his mouth, as he shook his head from side to side, sweat dripping from his forehead.

When he made no coherent words, I smirked at him. “None?”

He nodded and looked relieved when I pushed them to the side of the table. Then, I pulled out a set of pliers from my bag and showed them to him.

“These will have to do,” I said, grabbing one of his tied hands and grasping his pinkie fingernail between the pliers. “It’ll be quick.”

Again, his eyes widened, and he choked on his own spit, shaking his head furiously.

I clamped down on the nail. “Painless.”

His face turned red.

I ripped off the first nail. “Easy.”

He screamed out, the cigar dropping from his lips. I set the bloody nail on the table beside him, grabbed the cigar, and pushed it between his lips again.

“Next time you drop this, it’ll be your finger.”

After spending the next ten minutes finishing the job, I gathered the nails and pushed them toward him. “I’ll leave these as a warning for you next time. Pay up when we ask. We’ve helped you and—”

“Drop the gun and turn the fuck around,” someone said, muzzle of their gun against the back of my head.

I pressed my lips together and clenched my jaw. Fucking hell. I should’ve fucking known. I should’ve stayed with Chiara, told her father to suck it, and left for good. Gotten out of this shit before anyone had a chance to throw me back in prison for their wrongdoings. But I was so close—so fucking close.

“I said, turn the fuck around.”

After pushing my gun from the table onto the ground, I turned around to face the one and only Tommy. All I could see was rage in his eyes, the look of a boy who thought he was a man because he had a gun.

“I told you if you didn’t stay away from Chiara, this would happen, didn’t I?”

My lips curled into a smirk. “Chiara?” I asked, trying to rile him up. “Don’t know who that is.”

He growled and pushed the muzzle right between my eyes. “My girlfriend.”

“You mean,reginetta.” I grinned wider and stared him right in the eye. I wasn’t afraid of dying. I had seen too much shit in this lifetime, but I wasn’t going to let a cheater, a liar, a boy, pull the trigger and kill me.

“What happened between you and her?”

“Does someone have their feelings hurt?” I asked. “Feelings and business don’t work well together,Tommy boy.”

“I asked you a fucking question,” he said, his hand shaking in rage, jaw twitching wildly.

“Between us?” I chuckled and stepped closer to him, feeling the metal against my forehead. That was when I saw it … the others with him. There were four, five at the most, inside the house with their guns pointed at me. I swallowed hard and tried not to let it get to me. “She caught feelings for me. Asked me to fuck her last night. Knelt at my feet, begging for me to thrust my cock down her throat.”

Tommy let out a vicious growl, and I chuckled again. What a weak guy. Getting all bent out of shape because his ex-girlfriend had slept with me after he had been cheating on her for weeks upon weeks.

The next words actually hurt me to say—I didn’t want to say them, but I had to say them. Tommy was a prick, a bigger prick than my brother, and deserved all the shit I was about to give him for cheating on Chiara.

“She’s a whore, Tommy, just like the ones you sleep with behind her back.” I grinned. “But she’s only a whore for me. My little slut who’ll do anything I ask her to do. Get on her knees. Suck my cock. Let me fuck her inyourbed.”

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