Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 474(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
He struggled, his face turning almost purple, and he gasped for breath. When I saw him starting to lose consciousness, I let him go.
“Now, where were we?” I asked, moving to the chair in the corner. I sat down and leaned back, crossing my left ankle and my right knee and waiting for him.
“Wh…why?” he asked through his coughing fit. After the words were out, he looked up and leveled me with a glare, his eyes showing me exactly how much he hated me.
Shaking my head at his attitude, I shrugged. “It’s simple. I want to be the boss.”
“You fucking shit,” Alfredo roared and tried to stand up, but fell to his knees instead. “After everything I have done for you, this is how you repay me?”
“Aren’t you the one who taught me there’s no gratitude? Gratitude is a show of weakness, isn’t it? After all, we do what benefits us the most.”
“I gave you everything, Alberto. I made you my second in command. I gave you power. I gave you my daughter!”
His begging didn’t faze me. Instead it made me feel powerful.
His life was in my hands. I controlled everything.
Power and dominance coursed through my body as I stared at him struggling against his chains. I couldn’t help but laugh again. It sounded harsh against the walls of the cold cellar.
“I wanted more, Alfredo. And it’s simple, I’ll take it,” I said in response before standing up and slowly walking toward him. He stopped fighting against the shackles and looked at me straight in the eyes.
I saw disgust and hatred there. But none of it mattered. He couldn’t do anything. He was helpless. And he knew it. In the depth of his eyes, I saw resignation and fear.
Moving my hand to my back, I took out my gun and pointed it straight at Alfredo, the barrel in front his forehead, placed in the middle of his eyes. I saw him swallowing hard, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing almost painfully in his throat.
“I handed my daughter to a monster,” he bristled, as the gun was pressed against his forehead. My eyes widened when he mentioned Ayla and sudden intense fury coursed through my body.
Pulling my gun away, I brought it forward with force and smacked the back of it against Alfredo’s cheek. His head snapped to the side and his eyes closed tightly with pain but he never made a sound.
“You are not any better,” I hissed, kneeling down in front of him. Grabbing his chin, I made him look at me before continuing. “Did you forget about Leila, your wife? The same wife you murdered in cold blood because she was fucking a Russian?”
Alfredo’s eyes widened in shock and I laughed at his reaction. “Or what about Lyov’s wife? Ah, that one was the best. Attack their mansion, kill half of his men and then kill the unprotected Maria. She was pregnant, wasn’t she?”
Shaking my head at him, I released his chin and pushed his head back with force. It banged against the wall and this time he winced.
“So you see, you aren’t any better than me. I learned from the best, after all,” I paused and sent him a wink. “But I surpassed the master. You should be proud.”
I saw his fingers tightening into fists and he growled at me. “You fucking bastard,” he bellowed. I had enough. Getting bored of the back and forth, I aimed the gun at his forehead again.
Time for him to meet his maker.
“Any last wishes?” I asked, the corner of my lips slightly lifting upward into a smirk. Alfredo struggled and tried lurch forward, but his chains stopped him.
“Fuck y—”
I pulled the trigger and a loud pop was heard. There was gasp of breath and then silence.
Utter and complete silence.
I stared at Alfredo, his pitch black eyes open, but glazed over and lifeless. Empty. Hollow. Opened wide in his final death throes.
He was limp against the wall. And in the middle of his forehead was a tiny hole where my bullet had gone. Thick blood ran down his face and my smile widened at the sight.
Finally.
The Italians were mine, and soon enough, the Russians would belong to me too.
I would be the motherfucking king.
Chapter 25
Alessio
“I tracked every single phone. And still nothing,” Viktor growled as his ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
I was sitting behind my table, my arms across my chest. Viktor was pacing the room like a caged animal, his anger clearly evident. Phoenix was sitting on the couch, his head back with his eyes closed. He looked completely worn out.
“I can’t fucking believe this. How is it possible that we haven’t found the fucker yet?” Viktor continued.
Phoenix mumbled, “He is good. He is very good. The fucking bastard knows how to stay hidden.”
I had to agree with that. My men had been looking for the traitor for a few days now. I had the best trackers and yet, nothing.