Chapter 15 Ravyn point of view
I was unhinged, which is demonstrated in my maniacal nature and tendency to lose my temper and get violent.
Taking a mouthful gulp of the champagne, I took to them and let out a devious smile while grudgingly breaking the glass on the head of the fourth man.
"I hate it when I'm betrayed, Bruno" I spat to the ground, rolled my shoulders to the back of clench my fist.
"Please boss, it wasn't intentional, my family was threatened and..."
I ticked my tongue, irritated by his whimper, it's quite annoying and I didn't want to hear of that. Hastily, I shot a bullet at his heart. He values family and so he should meet them.
I wasn't here for tales but just a simple answer. The rest two shuddered as they bow their head at him. The spoilt kid retch out. I guess his body couldn't take the gothic sight before him.
"Over to you amigo,"
"It's Pedro, he had it all stationed, we promised not to harm anyone but.."
"Where's he?" I asked and he lifted a brow at me.
"In Tuscany..." he described panting softly and I strain my neck. The pain around my lower abdomen hadn't subdued and the position I took opens up the wound.
Like a good man would do, I path his shoulder and let out a sided smile.
"That's good of you"
He held my hands and said; "Thank you boss"
Then I stood up and paced towards the window, taking a vicious look at him and before he could roll out another word, I sent a bullet to his brain. His body thud to the ground and I felt satisfied.
Perhaps, I might have a change of heart to spare the last. I wasn't that bad after all right?
The sizzling sound of irons filled my ears, my hand tug into the pocket and when I tried to write down, her thought comes into mind, not her but the one before.
I was staring through the window, the time clocks. It drew my attention to the wall where the clock hung.
Heavy breath behind me that irks.
Rolling my eyes, I met his whimpering nature. His lips shaky and I knew he intends to question me.
How I hate questions. It makes me want to make everyone dumb. He was tentative about something.
"Who...are...you?"
That was quite an interesting question from anyone who hadn't met me.
People who really knew me called me a madman, a psychopath, a joker and two faced. My foes calls me the devil and yes the rumors are true, I have no mercy and always get what I want.
These bunches of idiots were sly who cunningly represented me for a business in marketing a drug. They thought they could stow away with the money.
I guess I had to show the good side to win her over. My heart knows why it was her in the first place. I wouldn't want to say it was emotions attached yet I couldn't understand who propelled me be a gentleman before her.
The previous knew of my identity but this latter, I told myself to keep it away. I threw a death stare at him as he awe-striken. The agonized stare in his eyes
Pointing the gun at his head, I let out a squeaky smile and said;
"You worst nightmare"
Once those lines escaped my lips, I shot at his head. The exhilarating feeling to have them under control hits me hard. I threw my hands in the air with a crackle. Too bad, he died because he was just a part of this merriment even though he wasn't a part of their scheme.
Almost immediately, my men standing at every corner of the building replied to their duty of cleaning the mess.
I took the cigarettes on the lips of the pig and inhaled it deeply while pouring it out. The smoke covered my face.
The gun in my hand rested on the table and Frank as always came with a news to disrupt me.
"Piccolo sent a message"
"More like a warning" I muttered feeling exhausted as my injury hadn't heal up yet, thanks to woman I thought looked innocent.
Speaking of her, she suddenly occupied my mind and I was left with wondering how she felt but then I had to brush that feeling.
"Trace Pedro, I'd like to pay his family a visit" I muttered picking up the gun again and cocking it.
Frank nodded as he never objects to my opinion. When I get pissed off, the family gets involved too. It's the only way to calm the anger.
My phone suddenly beeps interrupting my thoughts again!
"Ariana" he informed terminating the call without my order. I got infuriated, glaring at him. He apologized, with a forlorn gaze while moving a bit from me.
I didn't really blame his as there were calls I do not accept when on a malicious duty like this one, mostly the women under my watch. My former was a victim of that but Arianna, argh! She calls as she pleases and I couldn't find myself rejecting her calls.
"Show some respect" I barked while snatching the phone from his hold. Luckily, she called again and my heart judders.
I intended to rack on the phone but rubbed my chest to act gentle. At this point, I just have apply wisdom and learn of why she called.
"What?" I asked without any delightful exchange of courtesy. My eyes studied the environment around me. I was the only one left with this secretary of mine.
"Be back by 10"
"What?" I repeated feeling tensed and scrambling words out of my mouth. She got me in a muddle. Dithering, I scroll my eyes around to see if there was anyone peeking at my reaction.
The tie on me suddenly tightens as I waiver. Her voice was dead serious. This woman just distracted me. She does that whenever I was in for something serious.
Frank shyly turned away from me. I sense his mockery eyes as the seriousness in me was losen by her voice.
I knew I would help her but not take orders from her and she had a long line to learn from.
"No, Ariana I'm busy" I snapped somehow, not wanting to disconnect the call. A part of me wanted to hear voice. Wasn't she mad at me for earlier. She was so naive like a child. When she's Madden, she's meant to take the thing that makes her crazy and freak out down by eliminating it.
Not acting all exuberant. When will she learn? Speaking of which, I was that thing!
"I don't care, just get here at 10'o clock or else..."
"Or else what?" I cut in just before she could complete that statement. I felt as though I was playing along to her tricks.
"That's for you to figure out and I'm dead serious ravyen!"
She terminated the call. How dare she do that? No one cuts the call on me. Seriously? She was yelling! I only do the yelling.
I was literally cussing at the phone in place of her. However I stopped when I saw () let out a mischievous smile at me.
"She's over at the mansion" Frank reminded and I almost punched him on the face. That was enough of his flattering.
"Fuck! What's gotten into her" i screech and Frank came again with a bite of respect in his tone.
"I'd handle it from here boss, you wouldn't want to keep a lady waiting"
Maybe I should fire him and send her to the grave because they were getting on my nerves. I used the edge of my gun to rub my head. I contemplating what decision I would take. Although, I haven't been a part of her wrothful nature before and so only anticipated it.
What if she'd ambush me to get back at me for earlier?
No, she was way too soft and innocent to think of that. She couldn't even hurt a fly or she could because she almost killed me on our first night.
I grunt, taking a lucid view of the gloves I wore. It's just for today, next time, I'd make it clear to her.