Carlos lit his favorite cigarette while looking at the man sitting in front of him. His facial expression was enough to depict how scared he was. Carlos kept on looking at his face while puffing one after another making smoke rings to reach his nostril.
"Brando, how many times do I have to warn you?" Carlos spoke in such a gentle manner that it looked like he was just scolding his younger brother. But in reality, everyone knows the meaning of this gentleness. It is just a fake wrapper of the cruelest object that Carlos can deliver to anyone.
"Boss, we haven't done anything. The shipment was stolen midway before we could even reach there." Brando clasped his both hands together while reciting every single word from his vocabulary. One wrong word from his side can cause his death.
"I see." Carlos took a long drag and stood up from his chair. Looking at his figure Brando tried to get up too but Carlos raised his finger to make him stop. Carlos walked towards the large window to look at the cityscape.
"New York"
The most feared Mafia King was standing there fixing his gaze on the glass. This was the second time he lost his shipment. And now his doubt turned to be a confirmed statement. He has a mole inside his team who dared to backstab him and get into his nerves. After a few minutes, he turned his face and started working towards Brando. He saw him coming but tried to maintain a calm composer. The most difficult part was to remain fearless in front of the ruthless man Carlos. He doesn't bother about anything but money and power. Brando was looking at his every action to understand what would be his next step. He was always unpredictable and uncertain when it came down to attacking someone.
He stood straight in front of Brando with a small smile. Unable to know the future of his own life he decided to leave the place to find out about the lost shipment. That could be the other way to at least bring down Carlos's increasing temperament.
Carlos didn't utter a single word when he found his man taking a step forward and asking for his permission to leave. He nodded his head allowing Brando to leave while leaning back on his desk crossing his legs and making rings with the smoke.
Brando walked towards the glass door, extending his hand to open it.
"Bang."
A loud gunshot was heard when he froze at his place, closing his head to suppress something. He dared not to open his eyes until the voice behind spoke casually.
"Did you like it?"
Brando wanted to shake his head in denial but decided not to by thinking about the consequences. Maybe the next bullet would be penetrating through his skull. This time it was his left hand only.
"Pain."
That's what Brando felt as he looked. Carlos shot his left hand to remind him of the mistake that was committed. Carlos is a man with a sharp gaze and a dead heart. He doesn't bother about anything. He shot Brando's left hand just like that.
"I am sorry Boss," Brando murmured, turning his face towards Carlos who was holding the signature devilish smile.
"Find me the shipment."
That's all he said while Brando made his way out with oozing blood from his hand. He was a monster and no one had ever seen a single gesture of forgiveness or mercy in him.
Carlos called for his facility staff to clean the area. He looked at his cell phone and found consecutive missed calls from Greta's end. Rolling the paperweight on the desk he reverted.
"Anything serious?" He asked without uttering any welcoming words. Greta knew that he didn't like to be disturbed during work hours. But she wanted to have her share of words.
"Can't I call my future husband?" Greta tried to sound seductive when Carlos's face showered annoyance.
"I don't have time for this Greta. Blurt out what is there. Or wait for me till night if you want me to f**k you hard." Carlos and Greta's sex life was more than a movie. They didn't let a single place go without fucking. Every time he had her raw and hard, she wanted more.
"I want you to f**k me right now. But I know you won't." Greta clicked his tongue when Carlos replied in his stern voice.
"Then stop wasting my time and satisfy yourself."
He knew exactly what he meant.
"David got married. Do you know that?" Greta brought out the news she acquired a few moments back.
"What? Who the f**k had married him?" Carlos seemed amused with such news.
"That's not the question. The question is why? As I know it's been more than one year since he has been hiding that news."
That's what Greta got to know that David was married years back but never opened up about that. She started doubting the situation with her newfound information.
"What do you mean by that?"
Greta opened up a bunch of unusual facts. She started with one statement but ended up bringing numerous branches from the mainstream. David is a person who is into non-serious hard-core sex stuff. His mansion is filled with more whores than any brothel.
He f**ks, kill and get rid of those whores. Expecting him to get into a business-like marriage was something unbelievable. Greta got to know about the news once one of their men leaked information. That man saw David's maid cleaning some stuff and discussing something with the fellow maid when he visited. David's house. In between their conversation that maid mentioned David's wife. Now, why would David hide a piece of news like marriage if that was nothing but a normal gesture?
"You want me to say that David can marry someone."
Carlos replied once Greta finished but Greta passed him another bunch of information.
"David surely can marry. But why would he hide that fact?"
That's where Carlos creased his eyebrows too. Why would one of his trusted men hide a fact like that? Of course, Greta wanted to marry Carlos so leaking such news she wanted to make it more clear to Carlos. But only Carlos knew how unsure he was for a matter like marriage.
He was searching pathetically for one particular mole who was working just below his nose.
"Carlos. If we believe that we have one mole inside us, then don't you think since David's marriage it had all started. At least because he has been married for a year now."
Carlos inhaled a sharp breath while tapping his forehead with his finger. Every time he found a traitor he brought a living hell for that traitor. Even if it is David's wife, she would not be considered innocent too. Every single traitor would lose everything they have. And he knew how to torture every single cell. He smiled inwardly while dropping his final statement over the call.
"Let's pay a visit to his married life."
It was dark outside. The soundproof room did justice to her screams. Every single scream that dared to invade those thick barricades died within. She shivered, being hung from the ceiling like a piece of chicken with her hands Shackled in metal chains. How far the pain could penetrate through her skin, she didn't dare to think. His growling, anger, and dirty words were everything that she could understand. "What did you shout in your sleep, sweetheart?" He gripped her already sullen face, digging his nails on her skin. The rage in his voice was all she found more terrifying than his actions. "I am sorry." She whispered this time. For the very first time she dared to speak the name she took in her sleep but ended up being in a mess. What would a person do if he or she had a nightmare?
We had our stories painted with a rainbow. We had our words coated with love and our promises made us hold each other in an eternal bond. We both desired to see the sunrise together kissing the morning sweetness. Craving each other's touch we walked towards our beloved journey. I landed in a situation where I found nothing but pain and doubt. A continuous agitation along with painful memories took up my mind. I looked at him with the same eyes I had before. Nothing changed even after all these days, months, years. His promises didn't change. His mind didn't ask about his deeds. All we have is a legal paper in between us to carry forward this mess. A mess was created without any reason. A mess based on love, obsession, and power. I had my choice, I had my dreams. All shattered that day I lost a part of me. I accepted his decision to save what I
Carlos "Greta, we have already discussed that. No more comments on that." "He made a fool out of you. Why can't you understand that?" "Don't try to push me, Greta." "Carlos, why don't you trust me?" I asked myself whether I heard her right or not. My little fuck toy was asking something which never came between us. Being a Mafia trusting someone is foolishness. Especially when the opposite belongs to another mobster's family. She is no saint. She always wanted her stepbrother as my right in command and I knew that. But I didn't expect her to come up with allegations on my current selected one.
"I can't do this. I am not confident." "Oh, come on. We are already halfway done. Remember once you believe you can, you have already done it." How those small exchanges of words used to make me happy in the past days. I wonder how drastically everything changed just with a piece of paper that sealed my fate with him. I dared to leave something that was already inflicted on me. I dared to step out of the boundary that was drawn with a warning. Wasn't it awful? Our needs, our choice of living life, all piled up to a never-ending mismatch stack. Every time one item is pulled out, I bleed, I cry, I whisper to myself to diminish the differences. I agreed to not deny his decision but failed to agree with my own heart. It was marked by one and scratched by one. Above all, I
"Roses are red, the sky is blue; Let me tell you, what a shit are you?" "How are you, man? Hope you are enjoying your time seamlessly." I cut the call immediately after finishing off my words. I know he must be sleeping or f**king some new whores. But what I wanted was something else. Never in my dreams, I thought David would be the mole inside my team. We both started together under Marcos Rodriguez. We both made the best out of ourselves. Drugs, weapons, legal or illegal business, piracy nothing was left to be touched by us. We made the gold out of everything but what I missed was his intention. Marcos chose me as the head of the command when he retired and thus David's vision changed. He co
"There would be someone who would break those shackles to free you from your miseries." I ranted those words for two days when Martha told me so. She was taking care of my newly opened wounds after David's departure. Every time she used to come here in my room, I used to be found lying in a fetal position on the floor. One day I woke up hearing a loud shriek. Tiptoeing I came out of my room though I was banned from coming out from my luxurious cage. The sound was loud and I found similarities with Martha's tone. With my wobbling legs, I reached the stairs to peep down. My blood froze once my vision stabilized on the situation as my brain interpreted the matter. Martha's wrist was cut and she was crying beyond imagination. He was laughing looking at her blood and tears. I
"What to do with this corpse?" "Burn it. And for the rest just cut them into pieces before serving it to the sharks." Carlos laughed at his idea as he walked towards his car followed by Anthony. None of them utter a single word in the entire ride. The entire gang arrived back in the mansion with a smile of triumph. It was almost morning when they had arrived as they attacked David's mansion at midnight. Documents were taken back to Carlos's study. Drugs and weapons were kept at their respective places. Anthony didn't need any training or schedule to understand their operations. He stood there like a robot for his orders. The moment he arrived here he stood a bit away from the main gang. Even though Carlos was busy instructing his men, his eyes didn't fail to notice his actions.
All the stars in the sky would dance with us. The spring in our life would never fade away. We would rise every day to welcome what is there for us. We would fall for each other every day without fail. I looked around the arena once my eyes fluttered open. It was the same as David's cell where he used to keep after our marriage till I lost my voice after screaming for days. Eventually, I used to gain consciousness just to lose again because of his lethal behavior. Nothing changed except my captor. "Are all of them the same? Do they all vow to kill someone? Why did David leave me?" He captured me imposing his love but left exposing me to the world full of wolves. I wished to live but learned to change my views on the way of living life.