Cyrus POV
"Shhhh shhhh shhh" I say to the whimpering boy tied up to chair, blindfolded, with only his underwear on.
"I'm so sorry boss, I didn't want to take your money but I had to.... m-my mother, she is sick and I needed the money for her hospital bills! Please sir!! Have mercy on me! I am the oldest and I have to take care of my family....." I can hear his cries and whimpers all over the basement in this rundown home.
Ugh pathetic.
You steal from me then have the audacity to beg ME for forgiveness. Figures this cock roach would gravel like the bitch he is.
" Sorry..... All out of mercy, especially for the bitch that stole money from me...." I take a seat on the chair provided for me in front of Jason, being mindful of the puddle of piss he has at his feet from him soiling himself.
" sir please! I will get you the money back plus interest, just give me time." He gravels after my reply.
" so you mean to tell me that you, a spineless little thief are gonna pay me 2 million and include interest? Boy you must play me to be blind and dumb. Are you saying that I'm dumb?" I was born at night but not last night.
He shakes his head vigorously and stutters out a "n-no s-sir, I would never call the Don dumb. Please sir, give me a chance to make this right.. I'm begging you" he cries to me.
" Jason... Jason... Jason. Have I not given you enough chances? Did I not pay you enough? Why didn't you come ask me for the money, I would have given it to you and some time off for you to take care of your business." I say while looking at my table of torture tools. It has everything I could possibly need to put fear in anyone that crosses me.
"Your lucky your still breathing right now. I had half a mind to just have my team come off you then sell your organs for profit... but I am a fair man, and I allow every person that comes through this room to plead there case to me... you see I am the judge, the jury and the executioner." I say after picking up some pliers and one of my trusty machetes'.
I tired of talking, I feel like this day has dragged on. He still begs and begs in his native tongue, saying how sorry he is and all that shit...
"I sure your familiar with my rules about thieves, primarily the rule about thieves within my organization. So here's what's going to happen, first I'm gonna cut off you hands, then I'm gonna take pleasure in cutting out your tongue. Then from there I don't give a damn, I'll send in the others to finish up the job. Now let's get started" I proceed to do just as I plan while also burning what's left of his hands so the blood flow will slow down.
Screams.... that's all you can hear before I cut his tongue out. Now he is holding his mouth closed to slow down the blood loss even if that is pointless.
I leave the dank smelling basement and proceed up the creaky stairs to tell my men to go finish the job, but to save all his organs and sell them on the black market. "Make sure you bag up his head and send it to his girlfriend. But the remains, I don't want any trace of this ever happening. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes boss" they say in unison.
" Good, send the car around and clean this shit up" and with that I proceed down the dim lit hallway to the double wooden doors that leads to one of my offices . I the walk into the ensuite bathroom and take a shower to get that low life's blood off of me. I then leave the house to see my car sitting out ready for me...
It's good to be a boss.