◽BIG BAD WOLF◽
◽MARCO'S POV◽
I gave his finger a sharp twist. The soundproofed walls of the house ensured that even the loudest scream would never escape, so no matter how much he yelled, it wouldn’t do him any good.
"Who paid you to double-cross us?" I demanded. Still, he withheld information.
For someone with such flimsy loyalty, he was keeping his mouth shut surprisingly well. I grabbed his index finger and twisted it back until it snapped with a sickening crunch. He screamed again, louder this time.
The family's infestation of rats was worse than I'd imagined—trusting anyone was a risk.
"You don't need to confess," I said calmly, twisting his last healthy finger.
"You scream like a damn woman," Martini muttered, growing more irritated with each cry.
Martini detested traitors more than I did, and to be honest, I could not blame him—his family had perished at the hands of an ostentatious rat.
I dropped to my knees. Zero whimpered, with his swollen eye fixed on me, he was terrified and curious about my plans.
After four years of working for me, he still made the same mistake: assuming I ever made plans.
I don’t. I act on impulse, and cutting off his finger was the next thing that came to mind.
I grinned, exhilarated at the thought of sliding the blade through his joint.
Without hesitation, I slashed his finger in one clean motion, exposing the bones of his phalanges.
Brushing the hair from my face, I wondered why this brilliant idea hadn't occurred to me sooner.
"I'll tell you," he gasped, finally breaking. "It was Oleg." Blood dribbled from his swollen cheek as he spat the name.
"Oleg Morozov," a chuckle escaped me "that Russian bastard," he has been double crossing me for a while
I had ignored him. Small fry like him never concerned me; he only handled minor deliveries—guns, drugs, nothing significant.
I crave challenges, and he was never one.
But to think I lost over $100 million in merchandise because of him...
Tears streamed down his face as he sobbed, "He threatened my family—I had no choice."
I barely listened, already focused on Martini. Oleg had crossed the line for the last time, and I had been far too merciful. He needed to die, quickly.
"That’s why Mathilda stole the documents," he muttered, suddenly grabbing my attention. Mathilda, Marian’s sister, had disappeared without a trace. I never thought he'd have any information on her.
"What about her?" I demanded.
"She was tricked by Fredrick," he revealed, his words slipping out under the weight of the torture.
It's funny how pain works
They always try to hold back as long as they can, but once they start talking, they never stop.
Take him to the cold room," I ordered Boris, who gave a curt nod and began dragging him away.
"No, no, don't," he whimpered, his voice barely a whisper now. "Please, I wouldn’t have betrayed you if he hadn’t taken my family."
I laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the torture chamber. "It’s funny how you could’ve just asked for protection. Instead, you chose to ‘lose’ my goods."
I turned to face Zero, my cynical eyes locking onto his broken form. "You’re nothing but a fucking rat."
No remorse. No pity
I followed closely behind Logan and Boris as they escorted Zero away, discussing with Martini the fate of our betrayer. Neither of us harbored any sympathy.
"Ensure his family is secured," I instructed, my gaze locked with Marian's, who watched with a look of sheer terror, struggling to grasp the unfolding situation.
True to form, Marian quickly recovered from the shock and retreated to her assigned room.
"I think Marian is planning something," Martini remarked.
The way it felt like she was always scheming something bothered me
"I’ve noticed," I replied, my attention fixed on the computer screen. "Let her pursue her plans. Just keep an eye on her. Being confined will likely affect her, despite her mental resilience." Martini acknowledged my words with a nod and turned to leave.
As he did, he caught sight of a shadowy figure through the office window.
"I think you’ll find this interesting," Martini said with a hint of amusement, observing Marian attempting to evade the guards.
"What a sight," I remarked as I returned to my seat, informing the head guard to act as though he had not noticed the stealthy Marian.
Allow the girl to enjoy her 'triumph'.
Martini observed, intrigued and entertained by Marian's well-thought-out plan. "I knew it would come to this when she took the gun," he chuckled unable to control his laughter
"To be candid, she does have some talent; observe how adeptly she blends into the night," Martini remarked, watching Marian through the window with the air of a connoisseur appreciating a favorite tragicomedy. I paid him little attention, focusing instead on my work.
"What happens when she reaches her parents' house?" He asked, I held up my hand. "Yes, she's wearing a black hoodie and neon green shoes. Pick her up." I ended the call.
"Venus will handle it," I added dismissively.
An hour later, Venus called to report the tragic end of Marian’s parents.
Without hesitation, I mobilized the available men and instructed Venus to stay alert until I arrived.
Meanwhile, Martini wore an expression of suspicion.
I had just shown a fleeting interest in someone beyond my usual concern for my goods, which amused him.
When we arrived, Marian sat motionless, clutching her parents’ lifeless bodies. Unfazed by the sight, I instructed them to take Marian outside.
I soon realized she was unconscious, her body merely a shell, her gaze vacant. She was essentially lifeless, her eyes staring blankly.
Her resemblance to my little sister stirred an unexpected protective instinct within me. Despite her apparent insanity, I felt a strange concern for her and a pressing need to rouse her from her current state.
I had to provoke a reaction. "You’re just too crazy for your own good, gatita," I taunted, prepared to push further if necessary.
My efforts paid off. But what I hadn't expected was her slapping me hard, she yelled at me before quietly returning to her seat as though nothing had happened. It was astonishing how her calm demeanor persisted even in the face of terror.
During the ride, she ignored me completely. Recognizing that there was nothing more I could do for her at that moment, I instructed Martini to carry her to a room and lock her in to prevent any further attempts at escape. No matter how much she was going through, she was still a prisoner here.
Her swift adaptation to our world, accepting every change and moving on, was perplexing. She was the opposite of my mother, which only deepened my odd fascination with her.
Noticing my phone vibrating, I checked to find a message from one of my men who had been sent to clean up the Villan’s house.
Usually the bodies of needless victims were burned but the tragic event warranted a dignified burial, so I directed them to find an appropriate place to lay the bodies to rest.
Two days later, as I walked through the living room, I learned that the Russian bastard had been captured. I needed to be there; he had stolen our goods at sea, and justice demanded his death at sea.
In addition, I did not want to terrorize the already-traumatized girl by bringing him into the house.
She was on the verge of a mental break down and only a thin line held her from going crazy, I know that because I have been there and done that
She opened the door to the room, but I didn't acknowledge her; I rarely do.
Without warning, she appeared directly in front of me and immediately knelt down. "I’m so sorry for snapping the other day," she began. I simply stared at her, curious about her next move.
"I shouldn’t have acted that way. I let my emotions get the best of me. I promise I’ll be a better person from now on," she said, clearing her throat. Despite her usual impulsiveness, this apology felt rehearsed, as if she had planned and contemplated it multiple times.
I offered no response, only walking around her so I could leave.
Soon arriving at the dock, I found Martini had everything prepared. Zero was already tied to a crane, his eyes bloodshot from being suspended upside down.
"Has he confessed?" I asked Martini, who shook his head in frustration. "Still blabbering nonsense," he replied, running a hand through his hair.
If it were up to Martini, Zero would already be dead. Though ruthless, Martini preferred quick deaths. I, on the other hand, relished in inflicting pain, watching them scream, and forcing them to submit. I enjoyed witnessing their hope fade and their final breaths.
I called out, "Hey, dumbass," causing Zero to thrash wildly, but the ropes held firm. "If you stay like that for ten more minutes, you’ll die," I warned him, noting the shift in his expression.
He was becoming frightened, and to be honest, it was quite a sight to behold. I had previously caught him, but I had let him go without much thought, telling him that the only thing that would stop him once I found him again would be death.
"It wasn't me I swear it was snake," the underdog? The more I found out, the more intriguing things got. "I swear, he came to me first; I just followed orders,"
I knew he lacked the balls to carry out such a large-scale theft. "Where are my goods now?"
"I have no Idea I swear, once we had successfully hijacked the container, I had no idea what happened next," I knew he was telling the truth, his lies were easily detectable
"Drop him." He started begging and pleading after I gave the order, and I just smiled at him as his head sank slowly into the briny ocean.
That was a sight to behold
"So, we find snake," Martini concluded and I nodded
.......
Marian sat on the couch, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, with a keychain dangling from her hand.
Despite Mathilda's theft of the documents, no information had been leaked, and she had not committed any further crimes. Given her past devotion as a family member, I decided not to kill her sister.
The pressing question remained: Had Mathilda been murdered? Finding her was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
It felt as if she had completely vanished from the face of the earth
Her large, hopeful eyes widened as she noticed me. My shirt was unbuttoned, my hair disheveled, and my tie half-loose. I wanted to instill fear, so I let her think the blood on my clothing was from the torture, though it wasn't.
As soon as she saw me, she composed herself and sat up. "Mr. Angelini," she said softly, approaching me with a concerned look, likely checking if the blood was real. "Are you hurt?"
"I don’t get hurt, Marian. I hurt people," I replied.
She frowned. "So you’re like a big bad wolf?"
I rolled my eyes at her naive expression, wondering why she was acting this way.
Her sudden change in demeanor was surprising; she had never been so soft-spoken with me before. "I’m really sorry about what I did the other day. I didn’t mean to," she said, realizing I hadn't responded. She must have been waiting here for me.
"I wasn’t planning on killing you, yet," I said. She ignored the last word and smiled at me. It seemed she wanted to press further but decided against it.
It took so little to make her happy. I shook my head. "Thank you," she whispered, standing on tiptoe to kiss my cheek.
Her action took me by surprise. She must really be delirious from lack of sleep. I decided not to take offense.
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