"Forgive me, please, forgive me." The man cried repeatedly, he was on his knees and the tears flowed freely from his eyes, he was a pathetic sight.
Nicolás stared at him with disgust. "Any last words?" He asked in a cold and simple tone, he felt no iota of pity for the bastard in front of him, instead he glanced at the watch on his wrist in a bored manner, this was no fun for him anymore, he needed to be somewhere else.
The man's face fell. "Give me one more chance Black, I'll prove my loyalty to you. I promise, I swear on my Mamà's grave."
Nicolás perked up as an idea hit him, his lips curled up in half a smile.
"Let's play a game then." He said. The men surrounding them looked at him with shock but none spoke, they were aware of the nutcase that was their boss, he was unpredictable and dangerously so, whatever idea he had in his head, they were all sure it will lead to blood spill, the man on the floor would be a fool to think otherwise.
Nicolás Black Moreno lived for other's pain, he was a fucking sadist!
Nicolás dropped his gun on the floor between him and the man.
"We spin this," He said, nodding at the gun. "And whoever the grip points at gets a chance to shoot the other, one shot should mean death and if it doesn't, the other person gets a chance to take their shot."
The man stared speechless, everyone else did.
Nicolás grinned. "How's that for a second chance Antonio? Want to play?" And without waiting for an answer, he spun the gun. They all watched in deathly silence as the metal rolled and rolled until slowly it began to come to a halt, a gasp was heard when the muzzle faced Nicolás.
"Ahhh," He said in a self-satisfied tone. "I see my night just got interesting, take your shot Antonio, and take it very carefully."
Antonio shook from fright as he picked the gun. "Don't do this Black, please I beg of you, I'll do anything…"
"Take your shot." Nicolás said enunciating every word.
More tears flowed from Antonio's eyes as he held the grip in shaky hands, "Please…"
A glare shut him up immediately, he attempted to steady his hands.
"Breathe in Antonio, and be careful that the bullet does the right thing because if it doesn't…" And Nicolás left his words trailing as he reclined on his seat in a nonchalant manner.
Antonio took a deep breath and held the gun properly. He could do this, maybe this was his chance to finally do the world good and get rid of this monster… He exhaled and pulled the trigger.
Nicolás felt the searing pain before he could fully process the gunshot sound, he shut his eyes.
"Black," Antonio called out and Nicolás heard the hopefulness in his tone, it pleased him.
"Maybe next time vecchio amico - old friend, maybe next time." And he brought out his other gun in a swift motion and shot Antonio straight in the head, the man fell with a thud.
"Are you alright sir?" One of his men asked, rushing towards him. Nicolás stared down at his shirt that was now soaking with his blood, the shot had obviously missed its spot and the bullet was lodged just right below his collarbone.
"I'll live, unfortunately."
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Nicolás was infamously known for his cold heartedness, he was a killer and felt no emotion except hate, it was why the people around him addressed him as Black, in description of his heart.
When Nicolás had been twelve, he had been involved in a fight when some enemies from a rival family broke into his family's home, he had been captured and tortured for weeks, it was during that time he was scarred - a long, jagged line from a sharp sword marred his face extending from the corner of his eyes all the way down to his jaw.
Those weeks had shaped his life, no one knew what had actually gone down there but he never remained the same, he grew detached and loathsome until the only thing that gave him joy was inflicting pain on others. Whenever a prisoner was captured or a rat, they were specifically kept for his entertainment.
Despite his family being so well known, Nicolás kept to himself, he was heard about and his name whispered for his inhumane and cruelty but he was never seen, the rumors around made him out to be someone who was as ugly as his heart, exaggerating the effect of his scars on his face, claiming him to be the most hideous bastard ever, and not a single good could be said about him, associating him with the devil.
Nicolás didn't mind, he had never cared about it or anything else for that matter, he kept to himself not because he was ashamed of his scar but for his great despise for other people, on the contrary he liked his scars, he liked when people avoided looking at him directly in the eyes because their eyes would surely wander to it and they'll wonder what had happened, and then they'd realize they were staring and they'd look away immediately and never make eye contact with him again. He loved eliciting fear in people, he loved to see them cower and beg for his mercy because he had nothing to give, it was always a great deal of fun for him.
He stepped into his home in thoughts of what he was going to spend the better part of his night doing, he suffered from severe insomnia and every night falling asleep and staying asleep was almost impossible for him, it was why he always kept himself busy and he alone took major credit for his family's success, he was always busy with the paperwork and there was not a single discrepancy that will miss his eyes.
"You didn't show up." He heard his father's voice as he stepped into the house. Without saying a word or looking up at the man, Nicolás shrugged off his suit, gently folding it.
"You were supposed to be there! I fucking told you to be there!"
"No!" Nicolás thunderous tone objected. "You told me to get married and I agreed but I never promised I was going to sit in some stupid dinner and socialize with your pick and her family."
He and his father glared at each other, neither backing down, Nicolás had gotten his stubborn nature from Don Roberto and had gone on to surpass his father.
"Fine then." His father said. "You requested for a quiet wedding, tomorrow I want you there to sign your marriage certificate and take her home with you."
"Congratulations brother, who would have thought Black would be the one pulling the hoes first?" Leonard asked from his spot in the room where he was comfortably seated on a couch cross legged with a smirk.
"I'll be there." He said simply, he couldn't be bothered to react to anything now. His father had insisted he get married and had threatened to dissociate him from the family's business if he refused, Nicolás didn't give a single fuck about his family's business but it kept him busy and he didn't have to spend all of his time fighting for control with his demons.
He wondered about the woman his father had successfully trapped in marriage with him, at first when he'd agreed he thought there was no way in hell any woman would want to marry him and there was no family on Earth that will give their daughter to him, he had been so wrong, it turns out just bearing the last name Moreno was enough to have a greedy, money devouring woman not to care about his reputation, he was going to have fun ruining one more person's life and if there was one thing Black Moreno was good at, it was at coming up with new ideas to make a person crave death.
"Let's go Leonard." His father said walking out.
Nicolás watched as his brother approached him on his way out and just as he reached him, he whispered to his ears.
"You should see your bride Black, as pure as a virgin, I can't wait to see what becomes of her after you're done showing her who you really are."
Nicolás watched Leonard walk away, for the first time he was agreeing with his brother, he was going to make every second of her life hell, and he was going to do so with a fucking smile on his face.