"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
― Martin Luther King Jr., 

Song: "Robbers" by 1975

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Trigger warning: this book contains a mature and dark theme.

Diego

The room was quiet, firm and humid. The birds were chirping outside. My victim was in front of me. The room was small with an adjusted kitchen. The sofa had a pile of clothes, someone slept on here. The house was small consisting of only one bedroom.

It was a cheap and old house. 

What can a fool afford? Everything screamed cheap here. I almost laughed at disgust.

The man in front of me was tied down in a chair, helpless as ever. It will take only a bullet to finish him but I like to play. I like to watch my victim suffer.

The killing was an easy way to go. I loved to torture those who betrays me. They have the nerve to think they can go away from my hold.

Silly fools.

All of my men were into that room with Me and Owen.  Owen was an old man in his late forties. He worked as a drug supplier for me. But he took of the recent money from the supply and ran off. 

Poor guy, thought he could escape from me.

Tsk, tsk, tsk

Whenever I make a small noise Owen looked terrified. No one can escape me. I was Diego Rocco, I was feared by all. I am the ruthless Mafia leader, No one can betray me and take what is mine then escape.

" Where's my money?" I looked at Owen, I can see him tremble.

Good

I like the terror in his eyes.

 I wonder how Owen worked for me for so long. He looked pathetic, a weak prey without any backbone.

" I am sorry boss" Owen cried out which made a satisfied smile plastered on my lips. I am enjoying the effect I have on him. it's fear.

The helplessness in Owen's eyes and voice was so satisfying.

" You fucking traitor" I smack his head as I heard him scream in pain.

Pathetic

So fucking weak

"Where the hell are my money?" I roared, as much as I love torturing but I was getting annoyed. My patience was running low.

" I don't have the money? "Owen's pathetic voice made me vexed. I really wanted to.pull the trigger but that's not what I would do. I want to know what Owen did with the money. I took the Revolver and pointed at him directly.

It's time for manipulation. One thing I knew is that everyone feared death. Whenever I point my gun at someone I see the terror in their eyes. This makes me feels vicious and joyous. The joy of watching the victims suffer is unimaginable.

" I didn't sell the drugs boss. I am sorry" Owen cried out loud. I already knew this, I had my men around. I wanted to know from Owen what he actually did. He has to admit his fault before his death.

" Then what did you do? " I flickered his eyes closed and sat on the chair again. I pulled out a cigarette packet and took one.

I really needed one.

 I whistles and one of my man lighted my cigarettes for me. Once it's done I gestured him to go.

I need Owen to tell me what he did without any interruption, I needed an apology before I kill this bastard. Owen began stuttering " boss...I...I..."

" Stop stuttering, it's annoying as hell" I puffed out the smoke and took a long breath. The room filled with the smell of rich cigarette. 

I loved it.

 The terror was screaming in this room. I could feel the vengeance screaming to me.

Owen tried to cross him. How dare he?

No one dares to cross Diego and lives.

"I...I...am ...sor....sorry boss. I needed some.i....i..."

I fucking knew Owen was an addict himself but i never thought he would take my drugs instead of selling.

What a creep

" You ungrateful son of a bitch" i smacked his face with his hand and then gripped his neck.

Owen's eyes popped up as he struggled to breathe. I was feeling it, my body was craving for revenge.

I needed to kill

my blood was boiling

I needed to kill this disgusting pig who dares to cross me.

I knew drugs can make anyone crazy. I knew the effect of constant drug use. I, myself took the drug but occasionally when I needed a break. I would drown himself in drugs and alcohol and would forget everything.

But that was a rare case. I have to take care of the full Italian Mafia. i is the only son of Benedetto Rocco. The famous Italian mob whom everyone feared. His name shoots terror through everyone.

I was the same as my father. I was trained to be this way. my fate was sealed on the day I was born. I hated my father. my father, Benedetto was a ruthless man. He never loved me. From childhood, I was trained to kill. I was raised to be a leader. I was the only heir of the Italian mafia. I didn't want to be like his father. But I picked up the habit of torturing. Maybe it's because that's what I saw his father doing all along. Torturing someone gave him pleasure, satisfaction. It was pure bliss to him. He loved to kill, he loved when people begged for mercy.

 He made sure no one crosses him, and now no one dares to cross Diego.

I smacked Owenn again and again. His face was full of blood, I heard a crack sound when my fist hit Owens jaw. I knew I broke his bone. Owen tried to talk but he couldn't utter a single word as I kneeled him between his legs. He screamed, it was terrifying. I scanned at the kitchen. There was a fruit basket with few apples and bananas. A knife was shining through sunlight. The knife was calling me, I let out a menacing laugh with the thought of what I was going to do.

I walked towards the kitchen table and pulled the knife on his hand. It wasn't new, and old rusty knife.

This will make it more painful. I strolled towards Orson, discerning the fear of Owens eyes.

"N...o....no... B...Oss...sorry" his pleading meant nothing to me. All I wanted now was the blood of this traitor.

I ripped his shirt open and started to draw with the knife. Owens screaming was like a melody to my ear. My men were all watching. They better watch, they needed to see what happens to traitors.

They needed to fear me, no one can beat Diego Rocco and escape.

No one can take what's mine.

When I was done Owen was still screaming in pain. I wrote 'Traitor ' on his chest to belly. Owen's blood was now dripping on the old carpet.

I started laughing, I knew I was laughing like a maniac but I just loved the show. I needed to spill more blood, my hands were itching. I couldn't wait any longer for the final moment. I grabbed the gun and pointed at Owen. Just when I was about to pull the trigger the doorbell rang.

what the fuck...

I dropped the gun lower and gestured my man. Caluccio took this upon his hand and peeked" A girl. A very young girl" He muttered. " I think it's his daughter"

I knew Owen had a daughter that he abandoned.  But he never saw her.

" I saw his daughter's photograph while searching for him." Caluccio declared. Caluccio was a man of word. I trusted him with my life,

"Let her in," I think i have a better idea.

" I think it's better not to. " Caluccio objected. But his words were cut off by Owen.

" B..Oss....y...ou...can have m...y...daugh...ter. She ...is ....a...r..ea...l....beauty...and...a...vir...gin... Owen was now grinning.

I was now loathing him, a pathetic pig.

Are all father's the same? Ruthless?

I gestured Callucio to open the door. Admitting defeat he opened.

" Who are you?" I never heard a voice as melancholy before.  Caluccio's's body was covering her from me.  It took a minute before Caluccio moved and I saw her.

Beautiful

She was like an angel, so young, innocent, naive. I was mesmerized by her. I never saw someone so beautiful. She was petite, very petite. Her breasts wouldn't be much larger than a b cup. But she had toned long legs. Her short skirt didn't hide her long, lean legs from my eyes.

"Dad" the girl literally ran towards Owen. " Who are you guys? What happened to my dad?" He heard her whimper, trying to undo the knot on her father's hand. She didn't care for the blood of her father that was now on her dress. She was struggling, the knot was too tight.

" I take your offer,"  I told Orson who had a satisfied grin on his face. I wanted this girl, she didn't fear for her life. My men were armed, my hand was covered in blood, the knife was visible yet she ran to save her bastard father instead of running for her own life.

This girl was admiring. 

I felt an invisible tug on my heart. Her beauty wasn't describable. I never saw such a pretty face like this.

I gestured to Caluccio to take the girl.

" What are you doing? Who are you? Dad, help me" she was trashing, screaming. I was mesmerized. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears. Long brunette hair was disheveled as she was trying to break free from Caluccio's strong grip.

"Dad...help me" Owen didn't bother to look even at his daughter instead he had a big smile plastered on his lips. He thought he was saved.

He looked like he won a lottery. When the girl was out of the room Owen exclaimed. " B...oss... Undo ...my...r...opes..."

I wanted nothing but wipe the smile from this bastards face. My blood was boiling. I pointed the gun at Owen who looked shocked. " But b...oss...y...ou...agr...ee...d" Owen couldn't say anything more as I shot him right between his eyes. Someone like Owen doesn't deserve living. He is a worthless bastard, selling his daughter. I almost roared in laughed at the thought that Owen believed he is saved. If I want something I take it at any cost. There's nothing for Owen to offer me. Even if Owen didn't make the offer I knew he would take the girl.

Owen's lifeless body remained there as I left the house with a vicious smile.

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This is his world and that's his life. He is a mafia leader, not a prince charming. But you guys will see a good side of him...maybe someday..... ;)

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