Chapter 126: 22

Draven's POV.

"Now, I want you to listen to me, and I want you to listen to me very good. There's two ways this can turn out, and I will tell you those two ways right now. You can either choose to keep screaming like this and ignoring my questions, and leave this place a corpse, or there's the alternative where you can walk out of here alive. But you simply need to heed what I tell you, and whatever I do to you, don't go screaming like a maniac. Now, you really pissed me off by threatening me. So how about I threaten you right back?"

I said, as I raised the tool to his forehead and began to make a little cut.

"Now, see what I plan to do is drag this knife here across your entire face. I mean, what's a mafia boss without a scary scar to tell people that I've been through a lot? Maybe you want the scar, maybe you don't. I would personally enjoy giving you the scar and watching you scream, but I don't think it's something you would want. Now, you can avoid that by answering me without screaming at me or insulting me. Do you understand?"

I said to him. He nodded his head against the knife. Clearly, he was almost too petrified to speak.

I quickly dragged the tool across his forehead, allowing blood to splash into his eyes, or at least his eye socket.

The blood didn't flow into his working eye. Instead, it flowed into the eye that was no longer there and was simply a gaping hole, bleeding.

He clearly needed medical attention, but we were not going to leave this room until I was done.

"I asked you a question and I wanted you to reply me with words. Do you understand?" I said to him.

"Yes," he said in a shaky voice. Clearly he was terrified.

"Good."

After saying that, I removed the knife and then began to pace around the room.

"Now I understand you've been selling cocaine to a lot of willing cocaine buyers out there and you've been making quite a profit."

I said. And Continued as I paced around the room.

"Giani, do you know who the top cocaine distributor in this region is?" I asked as I turned to face him.

He was terrified but the instant I asked the question he replied, "you are." He said.

"Good, I'm glad you understand."

"Now I want you to answer this question. Do you think other cocaine distributors out there haven't had the chance to one-up me and make better profit than me?" I asked, staring deep into his eyes.

"No, I'm pretty sure they have had the chance. Giani said, still shaking terribly."

"Very good. I like how cooperative you are being right now. So answer this question for me. If other mafia bosses had the opportunity to make better profit than me and still chose to remain under me without one-upping me or reducing prices, what in the hell gave you the idea that you could go ahead and do it?"

As I said that, he began to shake terribly, fearing what I would do. In his horror, he forgot to reply me and I turned to him to give him the look that made him know he was in danger.

" Giani, I already told you not to do this, but you are repeating yourself. What did I tell you about ignoring me?" I said, and then... I threw the knife at his right ear, and it made a clean cut across it.

His ear was bleeding severely now, and Gianni started to stream, but after looking at me, he immediately stopped bearing the pain.

I left the tool in there and went back to the table as I began to run my fingers across the tools on the table.

"Now, Gianni , I have been in this business for a very long time, and I am pretty sure you are aware of that. I know you are also aware of the fact that every single mafia boss who trades cocaine in this region, and in lots of other drugs, are under me. But, well, cocaine is my main focus. A lot of them have brilliant chemists, and they could reduce their price for way better goods than me, and they would make outstanding profits. A lot of them had this option, but none of them dared to do so, because they knew what was coming for them. Well, you were unaware, so I guess that should slide. But I can't say that, because since you are unaware of what is coming to you, I need to inform you just so that if you were to do it again, you would have a very clear grasp of your fate, and be fully willing to trade a lot of your limbs for a couple million dollars. But you are too insignificant for me to waste my energy on. But that's exactly one thing that pisses me off. Do you know that? To think an insignificant tiny little shrivel like yourself, believed that it would make more profit than me, and actually get away with it. You planned on doing something like this behind my back. Well, not behind my back, since nothing really escapes me. And you felt, as insignificant as you were, I wouldn't come for you, or I would be too terrified to come for you. I have faced men that came straight from hell." I said menacingly.

"I have faced opponents that you would wet your pants the second you heard their name. Compared to my means, these men were devils. I am, in fact, being merciful. Are you familiar with Frederick Ross, the American who came here and made waves about five years ago?" I asked.

"Yes" Gianni responded.

"You see, this man had a special way of torturing the people who tried to one-up him. And one time, he made his name widely known and feared for burning a man nearly half to death, and allowed this man to be treated. On a fair note, didn't really hold a candle to Frederic, but Frederic sought him out and tortured him until the man eventually lost his mind from all of the severe torture and Frederic threw him out into the sea to drown. This man had a family, you see, and Frederic made it known to them exactly what he did, documenting everything and showing it to his family, even his underage daughters. Now, I didn't mind doing business with Frederic at the time, since he was always casual toward me and didn't really act arrogant when I was around, but his name became so feared that he began to feel bigger than everyone else, and would you like to know what Frederic did to me? You see, Frederic split a certain amount of money we were meant to share from a business deal in an uneven manner. He took 80% and gave me 20% and that he should make things right, he actually threatened me, telling me to know my place. And that I should settle for less. When I told him that that was unfair, and that he should make things right, he actually threatened me, telling me to know my place. The next day after he made that threat, no one ever heard from Frederick again. Would you like to know what happened to him?" I said, to Giani.

Giani was so terrified at this point, he had wet his pants, and he had continued crying with sweat all over him.

The room wasn't really all that hot, and it could even be considered cold to someone with a dress that was too exposing. But this man was so wet from so many fluids, it was actually disgusting.

The men around him were actually giving him distance at this point, due to how disgusting a full-grown man was, due to blubbering and crying.

"I asked you a question, Giani." I said As I smashed it into his hand, his palm with a knife that was tied down to the chair, as I did this, he screamed.

And after that, he immediately replied," I don't know what happened to Frederick." He said,

"Good, good, I like how you are keeping up." I responded, and then walked to a wall that was not too far from the entrance to the room. Beside the door, there was a simple wall that didn't seem to have any differentiating features to it. But then, when I pressed a particular spot, it actually caved in, and so the wall adjacent to it, a door opened up, and a room could come to sight. Blasting heat quickly came from this room that contrasted the heat in the room we're currently in, changing its temperature.

With a simple signal to Kenny and the rest, they lifted Gianni from his chair and brought him to look into the room.

He took one look into this room and released feces all over himself.