RUSSO EL MASSIMO
I clenched my jaws as I stepped hard on the accelerator, one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand flipping a gun. There were loads of things I could tolerate but I absolutely could not tolerate it when stupid things took me away from the things I enjoyed.
Right now, I could have been in between Caramia's legs, I could be fucking her again right now or sucking her tits. But here I was, on my way to meet some little bastards. Dark caster was really getting on my nerves and if he wasn't a quite worthy opponent himself, I would have killed him already.
"I am going to snap necks tonight" I flipped the gun again and glanced at it for a second before throwing it to the passengers seat. What the hell had I been thinking, toying with that gun? A gun definitely would not do for tonight.
I pulled the car to a halt in front of a mansion and alighted from the car. The night breeze blew through my hair and I ran a hand through it, the other hand now held the gun I had just thought useless.
Maybe it wasn't going to be so useless for now.
I walked towards the security men and one of them stepped forward.
"It's Massimo, let him in" he said to the others.
I walked into the mansion and on getting to the doors that led into the living room, met another one of Dark caster's men.
A pale skinned man who held his head up high.
"You'll do" I mumbled before approaching him and pointing a gun to his head. He drew out his gun but he knew better than to use that gun. There were things he knew not to do without his boss consent. Fighting or shooting Massimo was one of them.
With the gun to his head, I led him into the living room where Dark caster was seated with some other guy I had seen a few times.
"Massimo" Dark caster expressed surprise.
I grinned at him and pulled the trigger, shooting three bullets into the head of the guy I had brought in. I let his body slip and fall to the floor, then I walked over it.
"Dark Caster" I sat on the sofa opposite him.
"Massimo" his look had turned grim as he looked at one of his men, dead on the floor.
"Don't bother my business, Dark caster. I would have ignored you setting spies amongst my men but I was really in the middle of something important when I heard that they found spies from you. I don't like leaving something so important to me just to deal with issues like this." I grabbed the bottle of wine on his table and stared at it for a while.
"Don't get me angry. You know you'd hate it when I get angry."
"I have no spies..."
"True. You no longer have spies since they would be dead soon anyways" I shrugged my shoulders and dropped the bottle of wine to the floor, letting it shatter.
The red wine spread on the white tiled floor.
"Their blood will be flowing like this in no time." I looked away from the red wine to dark caster.
"But if you aren't careful enough, your blood will be the one flowing next. I can already imagine the sight... Your red blood spilled all over the floor and all over my shirt. The imagination pleases me so much that I can barely wait for it to become a reality. Don't hasten the imagination into a reality by getting on my nerves" I got back on my feet.
"I would take it that you are very much informed now. I would send you a little package tomorrow morning, I hope you'll like it." I added and stepped on the body of the dead man as I walked back out of the mansion.
*
"Boss"
"Where are they?" I questioned.
"Already tied up in the torture room."
I walked into the torture room, a few of my men walking behind me. Whistling a tune, I dropped the gun on a table and stared at the two men tied and on their knees.
They looked pathetic already and their eyes were pleading with me for mercy. Too bad that mercy wasn't actually my thing and even if it ever was my thing to do, I still wouldn't do it tonight. Not when I had had to leave Caramia to do this.
Still whistling the tune, I moved to the rack of torture tools and ran my fingers over the tools that had seen to tons of deaths already and was about to see to two more tonight.
"This would work..." I grinned as I picked up a lumber jack.
"Get him up on the butcher table" I ordered, pointing to the one who was sweaty as hell before returning to my whistling.
He was dropped onto the the butcher table and a pull at the lumber jack brought it to life. Whistling lackadaisically, I had my men hold out his legs.
My mind wandered to Caramia for a second, recalling that she didn't seem so pleased to see me drenched in blood. I would have to change before going home to her.
"Prepare new clothes for me"
"Yes, boss."
I reached forward to his mouth and pulled out the stuffed piece of clothing that har been preventing him from being audible. I wanted to hear that screams of horror as he died.
"Please! Please! I will do anything, boss! Please let me live! I will... I will help with dark caster! Please! Just let me..." A scream cut him off as I started sawing through his right leg from the knee.
I continued whistling, unruffled by the blood and tiny pieces of flesh splattering all over the table and all over me.
His screams of agony filled my ears and managed to get me less angry.
I stopped whistling the moment his right leg fell off. "Give him the pill. I don't want him passing out so soon"
A pill was pushed into his mouth and as soon as he swallowed it, I moved to his left leg. I gave the left leg a pat.
"Quite strong bones, uhh?"
My expression turned hard as j began sawing through the other leg. More screams, more blood and more satisfaction for me.
It was soon over and the other leg was gone.
I dropped the lumber jack and stretched my hands forward to one of my men who handed me a glass of beer.
I took a gulp from it and handed it back to him.
"Let's drown this bastard"
I moved to the back door, pushing it open to reveal a pool. It looked neat and quite beautiful but it was a pool everyone who worked for me dreaded to be in. Nicknamed pool of death.
I glanced back at my men who were now strapping two heavy rocks with chains to the hands.
They dragged him along with the heavy rocks, causing the floor to become even more bloody. I let them walk past me and dump him into the pool.
He sank down to the bottom of the pool and for a few seconds, I enjoyed the sight of the disturbed water as he drowned but I didn't want to waste too much time here. I still had to be back home to my Sunshine. She was most probably asleep right now though.
I returned to the room and patted the bloody butchering table.
The other man was dropped onto it and I returned to the rack of tools, this time picking up a butcher's knife that had butchered more men than the number of animals some butchers had ever butchered.
Again, I removed the clothing stuffed in his mouth so that I could hear his screaming clearly. Cries and incoherent pleas left his lips as I flipped the butchering knife in my hand.
"Let's begin with his hand"
The hand was held down and in one sharp cut, his hand was cleanly cut off. I moved over to the other hand and butchered it off.
"You go over to the underworld and prepare a place for your boss cause I will be sending dark caster over to you soon. And who knows? He might be dying on this table just like you but definitely in worst ways" I rubbed my bloodied hands into his hair, getting rid of a bit of the blood.
I went for his ankles next and a few cuts had his feet down too. A few minutes later, he was dead with pieces of his blood lying on the floor and on the table and even more tiny pieces of flesh scattered everywhere around the bloody room.
I dropped the bloody knife next to his body.
"That wasn't too fun" I grimed and began unbuttoning my shirt as I walked out of the torture room.
I headed for the bathroom and looked into the mirror, at the bloody mess that I was right now.
"Fuck" I cursed, pulling the shirt off me and dumping it to the floor. Even my face was all bloodied. Caramia would scream if I went home without changing.
*
I alighted from my car, the door held open by one of my men. I was now in fresh, new clothes and the bloody ones had been discarded already.
I walked into my home and headed straight for my room, kind of hoping she slept in my room and not in hers.
I pushed the door open and a small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I saw her in my bed, her hair all over her face.
I moved closer to her and sat on the bed by her side. I took her right hand in mine and ran my fingers gently over her hand.
I reached my other hand to her face and gently got the hair out of her face.
"Hmm" she grumbled in her sleep, her eyes opened for a second before she squeezed them back shut.
"You are back" she grumbled with eyes still closed.
"Yes, Cara." I leaned in and kissed on her forehead.
"Go back to sleep" I patted her hair gently.
"Okay" she mumbled drowsily and I felt her body completely relax back to her slumber.
I kissed her forehead yet again and then the tip of her nose.
"Pretty."