Chapter 127: 23

Draven's POV.

As soon as I showed Gianni the room where I was keeping Frederick Ross, he immediately released feces all across himself and the foul stench diluted into the whole room.

As the foul stench diluted the room, the men quickly held on to their nose due to how completely foul it was. This wasn't the first time I had the mafia boss shit his pants when I showed him something like this, but it was an inconvenience every single time.

"So, Gianni, you are bold enough to go around selling cocaine without coming to me first and just see something like this and you shit your pants. So my name doesn't mean anything to you but a little fire does. What a stupid mentality." I said, looking at him.

"Please, don't do this to me. I'm sorry, and I'll never do something like that again. Please, anything, I'll give you all my profits. I'll work solely to give you the profits. Please, don't do this to me."

"If even after I show you this you decide to betray me well... And about your profits, of course I'm going to be taking them. What do you think was going to happen? That I'll give you a stern lecture and let you walk out of here keeping your full profits and your entire body? That's not how it works, boy."

The man I was currently lecturing was older than me, but I had been in this business far longer than he had and had a lot more experience with tougher, more devilish people.

"Please, can you close the door?"

Gianni pleaded, not wanting to keep looking into the room.

"Oh, is this an inconvenience for you? Well, my apologies, but I do have to say that should you betray me in the future, something worse than this may happen to you." I said.

when I said this, his eyes grew wide and he started screaming again.

"Gianni, what did I tell you about screaming? You are not listening to what I tell you I may have to take another part of your body." I said, and slowly began to approach him.

"No, no, please, I'll listen to you. I'll listen to whatever you have to say. I just lost myself for a second."

Gianni said, even though he was shaking and crying all at the same time.

"Good I'm glad you are getting better at this." Just as I said that, a

voice came from inside the room that was blazing hot, and one word was uttered.

"please."

And then, after that word, two words were uttered, and Frederick said,

" help me." He said this while looking at Gianni, that wasn't really in a better position than himself. I turned back to look into the room, and shook my head in disappointment.

Frederick Ross was the only occupant of this flaming room, and, of course, he was a very lonely person searching for rescue.

"You should know that after Frederick here challenged me years ago,He made it public, saying that if he could challenge someone like me, and get away with it, he could challenge anyone. And he actually managed to instill fear in a couple of people. But it didn't really last long, because as I said, he was gone the next day. He was declared dead, and everyone believed I probably shot him or something like that." I then chuckled to myself, allowing the air in the room to grow dense.

"But over the years, I have seen upcomers, usurpers, and several dickheads that believe they could one-up me, or try to surpass me in anything. I'll bring them here, and give them an artistic view of Frederick here, and maybe take a couple of organs they will never get back. I'm being really nice to you, Gianni. I mean, you really didn't know what I was capable of, so taking an eye is more or less me being generous. If you had been in this for long, and knew what I was capable of, and went ahead to carry out your tradings without contacting me, well, you would be blind by now. Well, you would be blinded after you see Frederick, and then I'll let you leave. Every mafia boss over the years that has challenged me, I always have a spectacle for them to see." I said and chuckled again.

"Frederick isn't my only piece of art, though. There are many others." And as I said this, a piece, or a chunk of flesh that used to be his ear, slid down, having caved under the severe heat, as it fell down into the fire.

It was instantly incinerated upon contact, and Fredrick tried to scream, but nothing really came out but hot vapor, I could only think was smoke.

He was severely dehydrated and could hardly really make any sounds.

"Well, that's a part of his body he isn't throwing back." I said as I stared down into the flames in pity.

"Well, you can't really call me a devil, can you, Giani?"

"I make sure Frederick here is bathed every day. After a grueling day of being cooked in the fire at night for about ten minutes, he is taken and dipped head down into water that's one degree Celsius in temperature. The sharp contrast nearly makes him lose his mind, but there's really nothing he can do since he is submerged. He hasn't had anything to drink all day, which means every time he is taken there, he drinks as much as he can before he continues his daily routine. He can't kill himself because he's always bound by these chains. I wonder when last he had the freedom to move his hands." I Said.

"I wonder when last he had the freedom to move his hands. I bet the second he has the opportunity, he will reach for something and try to take his own life. I am pretty sure Frederick here knows where he's headed once he died. He wasn't really a good person, and he took a lot of lives while he had the opportunity. So you should know, from here, he's probably headed to hell. But I'm pretty sure he knows hell is going to be sweet relief from the torture I have him go through every day. I have broken him physically, and in a couple of months or a year from now, he will be broken mentally too. When that happens, I will take his completely disfigured body and make it a public spectacle to all those who ever think of rivaling me."

"There are idiots who are going to have the idea over the years, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop. Well, I guess you've seen enough. Although, I would have loved to show you another one of my pieces of art, Marcus Ray, another fool who challenged me about a year ago."

"You see, he is tormented by several thousand fire ants on a daily basis. We leave them on him for a couple of minutes, and then they are burned off his skin.After about 10 minutes of rest, we put them back on him, and the process continues. For an entire 23 hours, yet he has one hour to dine, drink water, have his bath, and then continue. You would think he is the one in pain, but I guess my wallet is suffering quite a great deal from all the money I have to spend on fire ants," I said, and then chuckled, looking at Giani.

But all the humor had completely left his body, and everything he was feeling now could be summed up in one emotion, and that was complete terror.

He wanted to get out of here, and he had no time to humor my jokes. I didn't really have time for him, though. I had someone in my own house I had to punish.

With a signal, I ordered for Giani to be taken backwards, and then I hit the button on the wall, and the door closed once more. I said, I stared down at him.

He nodded frantically, afraid to speak, because he knew that there was a good chance he would say something out of line that would make me take another part of his body.

"Good. Now that I have your full attention, I want to let you know that I will be taking 90% of the profits from all your dealings. Do we have a deal?" I asked as I stared down at him.

He was obviously hesitant to discuss it and shakily said, "please can we discuss this?" Immediately he said that, I grabbed a large butcher knife from the table and with one swift movement, I hit his pinky finger and it came right off.

Immediately after I did this, he screamed at the top of his lungs and I could tell he was fighting the urge to curse or say something to aggravate me, because he knew that that would probably make him end up like Frederick, who was in a perpetual hell.

I ordered for the finger and eye to be put in a bag. As I watched both of them put in a bag, I said. "I want you to store them chemically or you can choose to freeze them so they don't rust. Every year, we will schedule a date for you to show me these things and there will be a constant reminder of the day I made you know never to go up against me."

"Also, the deal has changed. I won't just be taking 90% of your dealings anymore. I'll be taking 90% of your dealings and your best cocaine cooks."