Unknown PO V
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I was in my office trying to reach my contacts for help; I knew I couldn't stand a chance against them, alone.
I called my allies like a thousand times, but every time whether it was unavailable, switched off, or complete 'no' in answers. I should have known that nobody dared to step against Kings.
I cried out loud and threw my phone against the wall. The useless gadget crushed into pieces.
I rushed to open my weapons vault.
I knew what I thought before committing such a suicidal plan, but I wouldn't go to beg for mercy either, no. Never. It was the first rule of the underworld: 'shoot first or be ready to die.'
I'm Ryker Romano, a mafia boss from whom people feared, a dangerous killer, merciless monster until she came into the game.
I loaded my gun, ready to end what I started when my office doors burst open to show Liam, my right-hand man. He came running inside by my side, panting heavily. A combination of fear and worry was clearly radiating from his once lethal features.
"Riker! Kings kidnapped, Roman." Liam informed, causing me to tighten my grip on my gun barrel, turning my knuckles white.
'Kings' the mafia gang, Evan King was the leader of Kings, our Italian's biggest rival and enemy since my dad operated our business. He wasn't a problem before because we were always more powerful than him, but it all changed some years ago when she joined their gang.
Nobody knows where she had come from, her family, her weakness, her past background, nothing. She was a complete mystery herself, with her in no time Kings became more powerful than us Italians.
But it all turned bad when I planned and killed their gang leader, Evan King. Two days ago.
It was the biggest mistake on my account. After Evan's death, she took over the gang.
I was proud to be the most dangerous and lethal killer underworld ever had known, but no, I was wrong. I was nowhere near her. She was the real evil, heartless, lethal, and merciless mafia you ever heard of. She was Rebel King.
Evil Mafia Queen, the whole underworld, goes drop-dead silent just by her mere name. Nobody had ever seen her though or not alive to tell the tales. Just her name was enough to paralyze everyone in the underworld.
Within 6 hours of her becoming the King's new leader, Italians, 8 liquor factories, and 15 clubs caught fire overnight, and countless people in my gang were dead. She destroyed the Italian empire overnight as a token of revenge over Evan's death.
Now she has my younger brother Roman, she found out about my weakness.
And I knew what she wanted, and she left me with no other choice.
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Rebel POV
By the time I finished my workout, my skin was glittering with a thick coat of sweat, and my breath was ragged. I glanced downwards towards the punching bag which lay on the floor in the unrecognized form.
It turned my everyday midnight routine to torture both the punching bag and myself. I couldn't control resentment, frustration, and this thirst that was crawling under my skin with each passing second.
It was already dawning by now. I stepped to leave the training room. A cold shower sounds good to me.
Someone was already waiting for me with a towel in one head and a water bottle in the other by the time I reached the threshold of the training room.
Kyle, my right-hand man, was more like a best friend to me. The man was lethal himself, the beast in the ring. Scarcely a look from him. All it takes to make the best fighters wet their pants in the ring. His inked triceps and imitating height were just an add-on to his case.
He handed me a towel whilst steering his gaze behind me on the training room's floor, where the punching bag lay dead. He shook his head and chuckled. Passing me a captivating arch-brow look, he asked in amusement, "What is the score... 148 or 150?"
I rolled my eyes and retorted, "Lost counts." Hearing this, he snickered.
"You should stop this before our annual gym supplies expense exceeds our annual collection." I threw a towel at his face, but it did nothing to quiet him. Irritated, I snatched the water bottle from his hand and walked past him, retreating towards my room.
Indeed, I lost count of how many nights I spent throwing punches until my knuckles burst out bleeding. I was on edge with continuous nightmares, sleepless nights, and my growing craving for every passing moment.
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I entered the underground cell with Kyle by my side. Others greeted me, heads bowed down in respect and mostly because of fear. Nobody dared to look straight in my eyes, except if they had a death wish.
I narrowed my gaze at the person bound to the chair. His once charming face was full of bruises now, almost unrecognizable. Blood was dripping from several cuts over his body, black eyes showing that my boys did their fair stake. Now it was my turn.
I ordered the boys to leave, and they followed immediately. Kyle was the last one to leave and locked the door behind him. Not before flashing a knowing smirk. Fucker knew well what was about to come.
I shifted forward to grab his cheeks, digging my fingers deep in his blue bruised flesh, gracefully. He hissed in pain through gritted teeth as kept staring into my eyes. His eyes were filled with rage and hatred.
"Mafia Boss." I spat out bitterly. Sounds mockery to ears.
"Just..... leave him.....you got what you want." He growled.
I ignore his pleas and walk straight toward a table filled with touring devices, or what we call 'toys', placed in the corner of the room.
I picked up my favorite knife and smirked as I ran my finger at its tip, a blade made of Damascus steel. I strolled back before picking my last hell torture ingredient, a small glass bottle filled with Amber liquid. And sat on a chair placed in front of him, in the middle of the room.
"Just let him go, goddammit!" He ordered, almost shouting, after eyeing the gifts I bought. I smirked and stabbed his right hand in the armrest of the wooden chair with a sharp blade, earning a high, piercing scream.
Moving forward, with my face mere inches away from him. I whispered in a low chilled tone, "I dare you, say one more word." He gulped audibly, satisfied I ripped the knife from his hand and chair. This time he sealed his lips tightly to suppress his screams, impressive, so much to pride for.
The corner of my lips turned up as I continued to whisper my next words in his ear "... or I love to gift wrap your bones to Hades's door." I moved slightly to watch his reaction. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard but tried to mask it.
He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it and stared at me in complete horror, anticipating my next step.
An evil smirk appeared on my face when I peeled off the skin of his arm with my favorite knife. It worked like butter.
He bit his lips all the way and ruined my fun to listen to him scream and begged me to stop, but couldn't control the tears that leaked from his eyes like a river. This man was a powerful spirit in himself, ruling the whole mafia alone for years. But one bad move and here he is, the prey of evil mafia queen, that's what they named me, and my inner devil was more than eager to show them, that there's more than that.
Once done, I sat back in my seat and admired my work. Giving an approving nod, I picked the last item to finish my masterpiece.
I poured acidic content on his arms where I peeled off the skin. And then it came. He started screaming like a dog on fire.
I laugh like the devil I was as watching him struggling to break free from holds like a fish caught in the net and sobbing.
"....p... please... please" I gave a thought to his pleas, then cut off his ropes, freeing him. He instantly jumped on his shaky legs and turned to face me.
"Thanks...f.. for forgiving me," he muttered in a shaky voice. I found it comical how easily he believed I spared him. I almost felt bad for breaking his hope. Almost.
"Who said I am done with you… yet," I cleared, face remaining emotionless while removing the special gloves I was wearing. He was quite smart to understand the meaning behind my words and sprinted off towards the door.
The next second, his body was thrown to the far end of the room with a loud thud sound with the force of the gust of wind.
Air was knocked out of his lungs, he lay on the floor struggling to breathe, coughing like fish out of water. I stepped toward him and bent down on my knees to grab his face, making him look into my eyes. "Let me give you your death present first," I said sweetly, picking him with a hand wrapped around his throat.
His body started dancing like leaves in the storm as a high lightning bolt passed through his body. He stared at me with widened eyes whilst making all the horrible noises. I relished him after a minute, not wanting to finish my prey just yet.
He fell back on the floor like a dead body but continued to make horrible sounds. I grinned when he whispered "W-who... are... y-you?" as trying to push himself away from me. Huh, like he can. Useless acts.
I smirked devilishly and stared into his eyes while acknowledging his last wish. "For you... Death." I whirled toward the door furthermore before a last glance at my prey and waved my hand in the air. Instantly, his body was engulfed by the fire, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams.
I turned on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions, under my breath "And for the world… gifted."
I left the room, smirking like the devil as I passed other gang members in the hallway. They stared at me in utter horror and gulped before bowing their heads.