A man was running for his life on the silent street in the middle of the day panting hard. There is no one on the street. It's so calm area that no one dares to enter without the permission of the man in the car looking at the other man panting.
He was running for almost half an hour but still he couldn't find any traces that could save him.
He wants to stop running but also wanted to save him. His ankle sprained and the blood oozing out of his forehead along with a swollen jaw are making it hard for him to run but he knows that if he stops running, the devil behind him will literally break every freaking bone of his body and feed his flesh to the dogs at his mansion.
He is in the car behind him which can easily stop him but he is sitting in the car, enjoying him dying on the street and making him run to save his life by himself.
He think, dying like this would be easier than the devil killing him. The unknown man thought because if he caught him then his death won't be so easy. He will make him suffer first and then, kill him. Because, the devil he was thinking about right now is famous for his painful tortures that he uses to kill the people who backstabbed him or go against him.
Suddenly, Something stuck in his foot that made him wince and stop running. He stopped for a while and bent down to look at his foot which had an iron nail and frowned how in the middle of the road a nail was there.
He forward and found many iron nails lying on the ground spreads almost five hundred metres long. Once stepped in, they would be piercing into his skin until they dug in deeply. His footwear was damaged which made him hard to run so he left them some time ago but he regretted that now.
He realised that he is gone now. He didn't realise that a car was stopped right behind him. Hearing a car honk, he started trembling in fear and sweat beads formed on his forehead. But still mustering up courage, he turned around and found a man pointing a gun at his forehead.
"Good bye." Was the last word he heard before a rod hit his head and he fell down right in the middle of the street.
"Did you find the another one?" He asked.
"Yes... Yes, Boss." The person who stood behind him stuttered with a scary face.
"Let's go." He said as he got into the car and drove off from there.
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Sounds of shuffling were heard until the man tied to a chair with ropes tried to open his eyes. When he slowly opened his eyes, he found nothing but darkness making him frown.
He looked behind him or at least tried until he could to see whether someone was guarding him or just left him like that but he couldn't find anyone. He tried to speak something and that's when he realised that his mouth had been covered too much to his annoyance but one could easily point out fear in his eyes.
The tremble in his body, the fear in his eyes, the mistakes he did, the position he is in right now, everything shows him that he was himself a reason for his death even though he couldn't help but worry about how he is going to be killed by the Mafia king now.
The click sound of the door knob brought him out of his trance. The sunlight illuminated by the sun through the window is the only light that is coming into the room otherwise pitch dark it is.
The door opened, revealing a dark silhouette with well built muscles and the perfect drool worthy body of a six feet tall man who slowly started walking towards the man tied to the chair.
The aura that surrounded him was strong, dark and intimidating. You don't need any light to feel the darkness that is seeping in his aura.
"I... I'm... So... Sorry... Boss. I will make sure I won't repeat it… Please leave me." The man tied to the chair stuttered, hardly trying to keep his posture but failing badly, making the person opposite him smirk evilly before letting out a sinister laugh.
"This isn't your home where your mistakes are spared. If they are, then we aren't mafia but kids and you are asking forgiveness in front of the Zane Marcellus. The King of this Mafia Pack. The Devil of the Mafia World." Zane said with a smirk.